TWENTY-EIGHT
THE CAR JOLTED, startling her awake. She half sat up, bracing her elbows against the backseat. Had she been asleep? Obviously. Blinking bleary eyes, she peeked out of the side window and saw nothing but sky. Out the windshield, in full, glorious panoramic view was the doctor’s house. They hadn’t parked so close the last time they were there, no need to be so cautious with the owner deceased.
Rising into a seated position, her attention was drawn to the dark stain on the flat ground near the abandoned home.
“Styx is checking things out,” Harry said without turning around. “In case the doctor left any surprises.”
Still fixated on the stain and what it represented, one obvious thing was missing. “Where’s the body?”
“Animals do our work in a place like this,” he said. “He’s b
