7Bobo barked and Molly went to answer the door.
“I would like to have a look at Ryan’s room,” said Maron, as though he and Molly were already in the middle of a conversation. “I won’t be long.”
“Right, I was expecting you. I have an email address for him, that’s all. What happens in a case like this, anyway? How do you contact the family?”
“There’s never been a foreign death while I’ve been on the force,” Maron admitted. “But my guess is that the embassy will handle it. I’d like to be able to give them his passport number to make the whole thing easier.”
Molly nodded and led him down the hallway and into the wing where Ryan’s room was. The house had been added to over the years in a haphazard manner, with some additions more solid than others. They zigzagged through a narrow passageway
