I can do, just let me know.”
Jenna stuck the paper in her jacket pocket and waited for Jamie to drive off before digging out the house key Brent had given her.
For a few minutes, she’d been afraid Jamie would stay and, at this stage, Jenna needed time alone at the scene. Family members would distract her. They’d stand around, disrupting the energy and asking questions when she needed quiet. If they didn’t ask questions, they’d be thinking them and she’d sense it.
Times like these, it was better for her to work solo.
Inside, she dumped her purse on the floor and, remembering her father’s constant warnings, locked the door behind her. Could never be too cautious. A spear of light through the closed drapes illuminated the darkened room. Jenna assumed someone must have closed the drapes after they’d left the other night. She flipped the light switch and the overhead fixture came on. Not great lighting, but it would do. And she had a flashlight if necessary.
She glanced around at the covered furniture. Need to see it. Yes. She’d pull off all the coverings to see what was under them, and then pull the cushions to search for bloodstains. Crime scene reports indicated blood had only been found on the floor, but Brent wanted fresh eyes and she would provide them.
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