Chapter 27
"Give me a second. I'll find it." Isobel leaned across the desk in Felicity's office, where the bustle was laid out before Detective Dillon and Sergeant Pemberthy. The policewoman's strong arm pulled her back.
"We'll examine it," Dillon said curtly. "I don't want you accidentally nicking yourself."
Pemberthy released her grip on Isobel. "If you're right, your friend was very lucky."
Isobel watched while Dillon, wearing rubber gloves, carefully turned over every inch of the contraption.
"No sharp edges that I can see," he said.
"Look again. There have to be."
Dillon waved his hand over the bustle. "There's nothing sticking out."
"There is. I'm sure of it. You have to look" - she turned her head sideways and tried to envision where it would have hit the back of Arden's thigh - "in this area here."
Dillon straightened and shook his head. "Nothing."
"Then the person bent it back in place," Isobel said.