Fitz leaned on the bar that divided the kitchen from the dining area inside the darkened cottage, watching the screen on Wyss" tablet. It was a drone"s-eye-view of the exterior of the cottage, more specifically the exterior of the cottage outside the window of the bedroom that was off limits.
"You"re sure that"s not going to set off the security notifications?" Sokolov asked from behind them. She was searching the kitchen cabinets, as if the murderer had left a clue there. And that the guardian investigators had missed it.
"I promise you it"s fine," Wyss said, then he and Fitz sucked in a breath at once.
"Is that blood?" Fitz asked.
"Yeah. It looks like they didn"t clean up that room at all," Wyss said.
Somehow, seeing those spatters of scarlet darkening to brown made the coppery smel
