Chapter 23

She nodded thoughtfully. “Do you really want it?”

A place this big, and this close to Quinn? “Yeah.” But there was still something that was bothering me. “Look, can you distract her for about ten minutes? I want to see what’s up on the roof.”

“I thought you might. I’ll suggest I want to examine the dining room again.”

“Thanks. You’re a honey.”

“I. Beg. Your. Pardon?”

But I could see she wasn’t offended.

We walked back into the empty bedroom, and I came to an abrupt standstill.

“Mark?”

“Mrs. Mann, the other bedroom had carpeting, and the bed was made, almost like a…a showplace. Dressed to sell, if you follow me?”

“Yes, I see what you mean. There’s no carpeting in this room, but there is in the hall leading to the bathroom; there’s nothing on the bed beyond a rather nondescript duvet—no sheets, no pillows or shams.”