She took a dainty sip of wine and lowered the glass to her hip.

“Agnes, please don’t exaggerate in front of the police,” Jaclyn said, sliding the door further open.

“Benji loves playing out in that old run.

He’s out there all the time with his toy dinosaurs.”

“The latch was fastened with a master padlock,” Officer Vance said.

“Well, he must’ve snapped it shut himself while he was playing,” she said, with a short, tinkling laugh.

“You know what five-year-olds are like with knobs and latches.”