Returning to the backyard, Ambrose called out to Linza, “Leaving so soon?”She was replacing tools in her bag, never in a hurry.

She raised an eyebrow. “I’ll come back when you get me that body. In the meantime, the officers’re combing the woods. Nothing.”

“Peculiar,” Isolde murmured to herself. “Have they looked in this shed?”

Linza glanced over. “Last I heard, they were looking for the key.”

Isolde leaned toward Ambrose. “Grab the bolt cutters from the trunk. Best key we’ve got.”