“The brass is thicker than what you get at a hardware store.

They look like they belong to commercial padlocks.”

“They are for my father’s workshop behind the garage,” I said.

“He keeps his drill press and his air compressor locked up.

He is the only one who has the masters.”

“He built that workshop when Caleb was fifteen,” I said.

“He wanted Caleb to learn a trade, but Caleb only used it to store his tools and work on his truck.”

“Did Caleb have his own set of keys to the shop?” Sloan asked.