I looked at it. I read it twice.
"The car was locked," I said. "I lock it with the fob, every time, it beeps—"
He was already writing. I went back out at like 9 for my charger. The long cable. I think I didn't lock it after. I'm sorry.
"Where's the car parked, overnight?" Ruthanne said.
"In the driveway. We don't use the garage. It's full of boxes still."
"Facing which way?"
"Nose in. Toward the house."
Ruthanne looked at me. "Your doorbell camera," she said. "You said you had one."
"The HOA made me take it down. In July."
"Of course they did," Ruthanne said, without any inflection at all, and wrote something on her pad and underlined it twice. "Neighbors? Anybody on that street with a camera pointed at your driveway?"
"Nobody on that street has an exterior camera. It's against the covenants. Bobbie enforces it."
"Of course she does," Ruthanne said again, and underlined it a third time.