“You can explain that down at the station.”

Patricia said, “Derek, quit talking.” Bell stood and slid the papers into an evidence bag.

He wrote the date on the seal in black marker and pressed it flat with his thumb.

The evidence bag crackled when he set it down on the hall table.

Patricia flinched at the sound.

At one thirty, Bell walked Derek and Patricia out onto the front porch.

A second cruiser sat in the driveway with its engine running and its lights off.