“Say you haven’t seen her.”

Byers laid his hand flat on the lectern.

“The Millers want their daughter back home, under supervision if the court would rather.

They’ll accept weekly visits from children’s services.”

“The deadbolt on her bedroom door,” Arthur said, rising.

“Was that part of a supervision plan?”

“That was for a child who wandered, Your Honor.

It was a safety precaution.”