Chapter 12
I yawned. The noise of a drill pierced the air. A heavily tattooed man, with a long beard holding the side of a door, put screws on the doorjamb. His assistant, who looked like his son, held the door. The contractors arrived a couple of hours ago, after the cops left.
The police dusted for fingerprints at the front door, the gun safe, dresser drawers, and medicine cabinet. Noah stayed the night on the couch after helping me inventory stolen items.
I didn’t protest when he offered to stay. I wanted the company.
After the cops left, I cleaned up. I picked up photographs from the Frank Peoples’ case off the floor in the kitchen. I used Windex and sprayed everything the thieves touched. The cleaning kept my mind busy.
After I finished cleaning, I read my list in the kitchen. Li
