went through them, hoping to find anything that might lead her to Lydia. Disappointment spiked when she only found shoes that would appeal to a young woman. “Did you buy this stuff for her?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve got good taste.”
He gave a short laugh and pulled open the top drawer of the dresser. “I’ve searched her room each time she’s stayed and never found anything.” He rummaged through the next drawer. “I think she figured I’d search and just didn’t bother bringing anything here.”
Erica planted her hands on her hips. “You could have told me that.”
His sad smile speared her. “You needed to see for yourself.”
He was right. She gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, and they finished the search together in silence.
They came up empty.
Erica ran a weary hand over her face. “Well, it was worth a try. Thanks for letting me look.” She thought for a moment then said, “Do you have time to go to Bea Harrison’s house?”
He glanced at his watch. “I can call her and see if she’s home.”
“That would be great.”
As Max called, Erica stepped outside in the chilly afternoon air.
From the corner of her eye, Erica noticed a green car rolling down the street. “Max, I think that’s my brother’s—”
A gunshot cracked and wood from the porch roof rained down on them.
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