Chapter 8
The house had a for sale sign in the yard, faded from the sun. Ivan approached the entrance, and after punching in the codes to the pass lock, opened the door. Elena and Detective Bush went in first. Ivan held the door for me.
The house had stale air, and I detected another familiar smell. “This place smells bleachy.”
“The real estate agent insisted that the place get cleaned up as soon as we took photos and we cleared the crime scene,” Bush said.
Ivan pointed to the bedroom where the murder occurred.
I walked in, and took out the photos from the brief case I brought to get a better idea where the body of Hannah King lay. The small bedroom was a standard square shape with two windows equally distant from each other. “Is the carpet new?”
“Yes,” Ivan answered. “The realtor al
