XXIV.
Silence and emptiness filled the interior although it was almost crowded with vases, flowers, pictures and other decorative furniture. Life had abandoned Maxwell's home, Stuart thought. His stomach turned when they came into the living room with a fireplace, the exact one he saw in the photo earlier that day. Except now there was a body in the swinging chair. Chief Maxwell was lying in it, his legs spread as if he had slipped down after falling asleep. His mouth was slightly opened, but the lids of his eyes were gently folded. If not for the cuts on his wrists, someone could've thought he was dreaming sweet dreams.
Regina knelt with the lens directed at the corpse. Quickly changing positions, she took photos of everything from deer antlers on the wall to the remnants of wood in the fireplace. The light flashed whenever she pressed the air ball.