I shuffled through the papers on my desk just to be sure. The rest of my drawers were untouched, but I'd left the report in the original manilla folder right on top of my desk. It covered up the scorch marks from when I'd tried out my new stun gun on the wood.
At least I'd gotten the useful information from the report already. Not much was there except the bullet wound to the head and the address of the vacant place on the same street as my aunt and uncle's home.
"Why would someone break into my place for an undetailed autopsy report?"
Broadrick shrugged. "It's possible they just grabbed the first thing they saw to make it look like a robbery."
I shuffled a few more pieces of paper and swore under my breath.
"What?"
"I had my shopping list on that folder." I'd written it on the
