“I thought you were in Ireland till Thursday.

What a lovely surprise.”

“Where’s the child, Jaclyn?” Officer Vance asked again.

“He’s sound asleep in his room,” she said, waving her free hand toward the hall.

“He had a long day.”

“He’s sitting in my car with a low body temperature,” I said.

“I cut him out of the dog kennel five minutes ago.”

Jaclyn didn’t flinch.