CHAPTER ELEVEN
Riley admired the wide sand and calm Gulf waters as Bill drove the FBI car along the beachfront road. But her spirits sank when the police car they were following pulled up to the house they wanted to check out.
“Looks like we got here just in time,” Jenn said from the back seat.
A moving van was parked in front of the weather-beaten house, and a “FOR SALE” sign was fastened to the flight of steps leading up to the high porch. The van was fairly stuffed with furniture, and Riley guessed that the movers must be almost finished with their job.
Officers Kuehling and Wolfe got out of the police car and stood waiting for the three agents to join them.
As Bill parked the car and they all got out, Riley grumbled, “I didn’t figure on finding the crime scene intact. But I didn’t
