The engine came on, and I cranked the heater dial all the way up, aiming the vents at the back seat.

I picked my cell phone up off the console and dialed three numbers.

“Emergency dispatch, what’s your location?” a voice said.

“This is Agnes Quill,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady.

“I need an ambulance and a patrol car at 4112 East Timberline Road right away.”

“What’s the nature of the emergency, ma’am?”

“My five-year-old grandson has been locked outside in a metal kennel for a long time in forty-degree rain,” I said.

“He’s showing signs of mild hypothermia.