Ada and Matt waved off Dillon and Josh.
Archie emerged from a flowering bush and trotted over to them with a meow. He wound around Ada’s legs before bolting for her tiny house.
Matt opened the door, and Ada came to an abrupt halt. The upheaval in her home was worse than earlier. “The detectives told me they’d found letters purporting to be from me. I knew they’d searched my house, but I didn’t expect them to leave such a mess.”
“I’m sorry,” Matt said.
Ada scowled at the open drawers and her possessions on the floor. She stalked to the bedroom and saw the chaos extended here with the covers of her bed yanked off and clothes strewn over the floor. Her best underwear.
“Bastards,” Matt said. “We’ll take photos before we start to tidy, and tomorrow, we’ll file a complaint.”
“I can get on
