Daniel rocked back onto his rear heel.

“What about the closet door?”

“In the evidence bay.

Ray signed for it Thursday afternoon.” María watched a mover carry a lamp out in both hands.

“The landlord asked to have it back.

He was told no.”

The woman in the green coat came down the walk and paused to say the upstairs hall was clear and the house would go on the market by the first of the month.

Through the open front door María could see the tiled hall and the first three stairs, with the kitchen light falling across them.