“He had kind of a wild night,” she said.

“He spent five hours padlocked in an outdoor dog kennel during a cold rainstorm,” I said.

Jaclyn put her mug down on the counter with a soft thud.

“He loves playing in that old kennel, Agnes,” Jaclyn said.

“He must’ve slid the lock shut himself.”

“The heavy iron padlock was clamped shut on the steel latch outside,” I said.

Jaclyn tightened the belt of her robe and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“He was only throwing a tantrum, officer,” Jaclyn said, then stopped herself and gave a tight smile.