Arthur held up a clear bag containing the little brass key, tagged and dated in blue ink.

“Do you recognize this item?”

“I do.

I took it from Mrs.

Miller’s hand in the laundry room at ten after ten that night.”

Paul tapped the bag once with his pen, then caught himself and put the pen down.

“What does that key open?”

“The inner latch on the lower harness inside the casket.