Emily pulled her dark sweater sleeves down farther, hiding her hands completely in the fabric.

“My leather purse is on the bench by the front door,” she whispered.

“And my spring coat’s still in the hall closet.”

“The task force agents will collect your clothes and your purse when they secure the property,” Richard said.

“There are other things in the laundry room,” Emily said, her voice suddenly taking on a sharp, anxious edge that hadn’t been there a second earlier.

Richard frowned and studied her face closely.