Lee’s house was quiet when we arrived. At four in the morning, under other circumstances, it wouldn’t have unnerved me. This time, I wanted to hear something, anything, preferably Lee critiquing Marcus’s clothing or his taste in revenge plots. But the silence was absolute.
Vic let us in with his key, and we began our systematic search of the main floor. We were getting good at this, and unlike with the first house, where we were all but going in blind, Vic knew this house almost as well as his own.
The sight of Lee’s cape in the entryway, the one he had worn during his interview and again the night of the party, was our first sign that Lee had at least been there.
The first floor was in disarray. The heavy wood table that sat in Lee’s dining room was on its side; the sitting room held b
