There’s a junction box set back in the stud bay.”

Daniel stood up.

“Where does it lead?”

“That’s the part I can’t tell you from out here.”

She bagged the plate and labeled it with a pen clenched between her teeth.

In the bedroom, the pink blanket had been stripped off, and the mattress sat crooked on the box spring.

Ruth raised the nearest corner, and there it was, a small pink spiral notebook, its cover bent back at one corner as if it had been shoved under in a rush.

Daniel kept his hands off it.