I LET HELEN AND MYSELF in using the key Chloe had given us. Things were as we had left them, the unfinished glasses of wine in the living room near where we had been sitting. Helen looked around, not picking anything up.
“If you find anything,” she said, “don’t pick it up. Crime scene will have to photograph and bag it. Where is the bedroom?”
“Back this way, I would think.” We walked down the hallway. The house was two stories, with the kids rooms upstairs. The master bedroom was downstairs. It was a good sized room, light and airy. Or it would have been if the blinds and curtains hadn’t been drawn. With the sun having gone down an hour before, it was pitch black. Helen flicked on the light switch.
The bed was unmade where John had been. An empty water glass and an ebook read
