CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Like inquisitive tots curious to see what the parental units were up to, the five of us peered warily past the front entrance into the dim dwelling. Silly, yes, considering the police were all around, but given the circumstances, understandable. Linda and I took a few quick photos for what it was worth, which was probably nothing. Drawing simultaneous deep breaths, my colleague and I took one side of the property while the men took the other; we’d meet at the rear.
“Not much to see,” Linda murmured, keeping one eye on the ground and one on the wall.
I had to agree. I took a few more photos—wall and roof, grass and soil, trees and shrubbery.
At the rear was a small vinyl deck that might have once held lanai furniture. Four large natural-stone planters, urns with ribbo
