Ritchie and Moreau slipped into the cottage through the kitchen door and were confronted at once with the smell of dried blood. It was still thick in the air, coppery and sticky. Ritchie supposed that was a good sign. If the crime scene hadn"t been cleaned up yet, there still might be something up there to find.
Not that she held onto a lot of hope. She knew the guardian investigators would have been very thorough. Best-case scenario would be if they found something the guardians had also found but hadn"t understood the significance of.
Not that she had any idea what that could be.
"Ready?" Moreau asked.
"As I"ll ever be," Ritchie said, then led the way upstairs to the closed bedroom door. Once upon a time, this had been her parents" room. It had been off limits to her without permissi
