“I will sign it,” I said.

Sloan stood up and slid the silver key ring into a small plastic evidence bag she pulled from her pocket.

“We will verify these keys against the locks at his workshop.

If they match, we have physical proof he was in your office.”

“They match,” I said.

“We also found something else in Caleb’s truck,” Sloan said, her hand pausing on the door handle.

“A pair of work gloves with dark stains on the palms.