On the closet floor I found a red plastic trowel with dried dirt caked in the scoop.

I put that in the bag as well.

A paper sack of tulip bulbs sat on the shelf next to the trowel.

I added it to the box.

The deputy called up the stairwell.

“Five more minutes.”

Downstairs, an officer was taking pictures of the bare spot behind the sofa where the casket had been.

The carpet there was darker than everywhere else.