Katelyn didn't want to let us in the front door, but a flash of two badges and Jill's booted foot across the threshold was enough to convince her we meant business.

The moment we entered the kitchen, she was on the defensive, her entire body tense, those crossed arms and that bulging chest as a result in clear evidence of her lack of enthusiasm for this confrontation.

"We need to ask you a few questions, Katelyn," I said. "First, about what happened in ...