The forensic tech knelt in front of the low wooden cabinet under the long folding counter.

The tech took a small digital camera from his kit and snapped four pictures of the shelf before he reached in.

“Clear,” the tech said, sliding two plastic baskets out onto the floor.

Behind the bright pink plastic grass were three wrapped boxes and a faded gray stuffed rabbit, one floppy ear folded down against its belly.

Ethan stepped forward, his leather shoes scraping the floor.

“That’s my niece’s toy,” Ethan said, his corporate tone starting to crack.