What Janie Saw. Pamela Tracy

to move the Legos away from the girlie magazine. As if she could save Derek now.

      “Don’t touch anything,” Rafe ordered.

      She rolled her eyes. They’d been in the bedroom for a good fifteen minutes. Her prints were everywhere, and these Lego bricks weren’t the calling card for something sinister.

      But Rafe was the cop and she the uncomfortable civilian.

      When they finished in Derek’s bedroom, he led the way back to the living room and the bowl of sympathy cards. Rafe asked for the senders’ addresses, and Judy Chaney dug out her book to give him those she knew. Mr. Chaney went looking for envelopes for those she didn’t.

      Every person who’d sent a card was meticulously recorded in Rafe’s little black book. No doubt Officer Candy Riorden would be assigned to find phone numbers and addresses to go with each name. Then, there’d be a visit.

      Janie didn’t think she’d enjoy Rafe’s job.

      Way too dark.

      No wonder he saw the world in shades of brown.

      And, boy, was he good at giving orders. She spent ten minutes sitting on the sofa with Derek’s high-school graduation photo staring down at her and listening to Rafe tell the Chaneys what to do. As soon as he and Janie left, they’d be going through Derek’s clothes searching for pieces that might not be his.

      Clothes weren’t the only item. Rafe also asked them to check for out-of-place combs, wallets, books, videos, etc., and to widen the search to Jimmy’s old room, the backyard shed, the garage.