Vance picked up the booklet and held it up toward the fluorescent ceiling light.

“Line three shows that the digital draft was saved at two fifteen,” Mr.

Vance said.

“That document was already finished while Lucy was at home in her bedroom playing with her toys,” I said.

“Why would anyone draft a neglect report three hours before they’d even seen the child?” Mrs.

Gable asked.

“Because that Christmas dinner wasn’t a family meal,” I said.

“It was a setup.”