He Changed the Locks on My Parents’ Anniversary Gift

every room after asking Mom if you could help set up the bookshelves. Last week. Thursday. 7:12 p.m. You loaded my parents’ winter coats and Dad’s tackle box into your truck before changing the locks.”

My father looked stunned.

“Tackle box?”

I nodded toward the garage.

“We’ll get it back.”

Deputy Harlan wrote something down.

Then he asked Daniel, “Want to continue reading …