Daniel wasn’t at the waterfront, which meant he was likely out at our cabin. The marshal had the mare, so I had to go back to Miss Lil’s and wait for him to bring it back. As I came up our steps, I saw the front door was open. Maybe Miss Lil was there now. I went inside but everything was quiet. It was late in the afternoon and the curtains weren’t pulled back. Even in the dim light, I could see the room was a mess. Books were pulled off the shelves, the sofa tipped over, the piano turned half around and the top open.
“Miss Lil?” Nobody answered. “Anne?”
I went into the dining room. The corner where Miss Lil worked was a mess. The desk drawers were pulled out and tossed aside and letters and bills and register books lay scattered on the floor.
“What happened here?” I said, talking to my
