The camera lost them in the dark for thirty seconds, and then Jaclyn came back into the floodlight by herself.

She had the heavy iron padlock key in her right hand, flipped it up once, caught it, and slipped it into the pocket of her robe.

She shook the cold rain off her sleeves, went back into the kitchen, and locked the screen door behind her.

For forty-five minutes the monitor showed the empty yard in gray infrared night vision before the screen jumped to the next file.

Clay didn’t move at all.