“No. She told my son her father promised her a gaming console if she pulled the alarm and made him cry.”

He stopped writing. “I want to be sure I understood you.” I repeated Sailor’s exact words. Nestor looked through the glass toward the lot, where Gage’s car was already pulling away.

“We have cameras covering every alarm station,” he said. “I’ll preserve the footage.”

“I need a copy.”

“Our insurer may require a formal request.”

“Tell me what to submit.”