Slowly, she moved through the space, trailing her fingers across the concrete bench. She picked up one of the pillows that covered it. “No dust.”
He followed along with her, marveling at the evidence of the dead man’s inventiveness. He would have liked to have met him in person. Ian had a kinship with eccentric people, since he’d always felt like an outsider himself.
When they reached the kitchen, Chrissie surveyed the immaculate sink and the drying rack where clean plates were neatly arrayed. They weren’t ordinary mass-produced plates, Ian noticed. Each one was handcrafted by a potter. Did Yates make his own plates?
At the unintentional rhyme, he chuckled out loud. Chrissie gave him a quick glance. “What’s funny?”
“I was just wondering if Yates made his own plates. It sounded funny in
