He recalled seeing some reference books in the Keys’ home. Including one on mythology. Well, the sheriff had given Drayco a key to Oakley and Nanette’s house, hadn’t he? Drayco looked at the key now, sparkling in the light from the fire as he rolled it around in his hand. Puny, compared to the Opera House key.
He didn’t doubt Sailor and his deputies were meticulous in their search, but the sheriff was thinking horses, not zebras. Drayco briefly toyed with the idea of calling Sailor first, but the overworked man was swamped. He could do this alone.
A peek out the window revealed the rain was slacking up. The marshmallows for the sheriff would have to wait.
Chapter 43The house looked the same as when Drayco said goodbye to Nanette a week ago, except for a fine coating of dust lying on the
