The receiving room looked like a tornado passed through. Armed with kitchen gloves, I dumped all Teresa’s projects onto the floor and ripped open the trash bags from the past week. Thankfully, it wasn’t much. After everything was scattered on the floor, I got on my hands and knees, making sure I didn’t overlook anything.
Meanwhile, Princess stared at me from the entryway. Her yellow eyes were wide as if she was unsure if she should come in or not. For once I was glad Princess kept her distance. If the pages were here, I would find them faster without a nosy kittycat.
“Anything?” Megan’s voice came from my phone, sounding tired.
I took in the mess I created. Nothing stood out or resembled ripped pages from a book. I let out a heavy sigh. “No.”
“I don’t think the killer was dumb enough t
