“Officer Miller, badge four twelve.

He noted no physical marks.”

I tapped my thumb against my index finger three times on the laminate counter.

“Trevor told him she had a tantrum over dirty dinner dishes.”

“Let him put that statement on official paper,” my father said, his deep voice filling the small room.

“He gave a sworn account to a uniformed officer.

That gives us a fixed point on the grid.”

He drew his silver pocket watch from his vest, checked the face, and snapped the hunting case closed before slipping it back into his flannel pocket.