“Somebody with a cleaning crew and a reason.” He drank the bad coffee and made a face at it.

“Can you get a warrant for the house?”

“I can ask for one.

Whether it gets signed isn’t decided in my basement.” He clicked the pen shut and put it in his shirt pocket.

I finished my cup because it was there.

“Does the name Whitmore slow your pen down, Detective?”

He studied the ring on his notebook a moment.

“It slows a lot of pens down.”