I left the pediatric ward at 0815 hours the next morning, after the attending nurse confirmed Lily’s IV fluids were running normally.

Detective Rebecca was waiting by the elevator doors, tapping her spiral notebook against her chin.

“The real estate broker is expecting us at eight thirty,” Rebecca said.

“He called my desk after your home address came up on a county tax query.”

We walked out into the cold morning and got into her unmarked sedan.

Neither of us spoke during the six-minute drive to the strip mall on Battlefield Boulevard.

The front window of Premier Realty had a paper banner offering free home valuations.