“Who knew about the fourteenth?”

“You. Me. Lauren. Arthur. The sellers and their agent.”

“That’s a short list.”

“It’s a list I don’t want to look at.”

She didn’t answer that, and I was glad of it.

We got in out of the wind, and Hale texted the department’s email address before I had my seatbelt fastened.

I took the photographs on the passenger seat with the window down for the light, one corner of the deed held flat under my pocketbook.

Four of them.