the street. I'm not taking any chances."
Jenks snickered, and I warmed. Chances were good nothing was wrong with my car, and I felt like a baby, but Edden's hand on my shoulder made me feel better. All the way up until he turned me back to the kitchen's door and Alex's retreating back. "Maybe Alex should take you home right now," he said, "so he can check out your church. For your own safety."
Oh for God's sake, he's trying to get rid of me. "That's why we've got a gargoyle in the eaves," I said sharply, and slipping out from under him, I resolutely paced deeper into the house. Take me home for my own safety, my ass. He was letting Ivy stay. Why couldn't I?
"Rachel," Edden protested, his compact bulk spinning to follow.
Jenks laughed, taking to the air and saying, "Give it up, FIB man. It'll take more than you to get her out. Remember what Ivy and I did to your finest last spring? Add Rachel to that, and you can say your prayers."
From behind me came Edden's dry "You think Ivy wants another stint as a candy striper?" But I was here and he was going to let me in on the evidence-gathering part of things. The FIB was confident that Mr. Tilson had attacked Glenn, seeing that it was his house, but his lawyer might try to pass it off on a burglar or something else. Not cool.
"Nice house," I said, eyes roving over the bright walls, low ceilings, and clean but worn carpet. We passed a short hallway, then stepped down into a large living room. Immediately I stopped. "Oh my God," I said, taking it in. "They have shag carpet." Green shag carpet. This might be why Mr. Tilson was nuts. It would make me nuts.
There were only a few FIB personnel still here doing their FIB thing. One of them flagged Edden over, and he left me with a stern look that said not to touch anything. The faint tickle of fingerprint dust caught in my nose. Ivy was in the corner with a tall woman who, by the twin cameras draped over her, had to be the photographer. They were both looking at her laptop and the shots she had taken earlier.
It was bright and overly warm, and Jenks left Edden to park it on the top of the curtains. Warmer up there, probably. The FIB had been here most of the day before letting us in here, not wanting to chance my messing up their precious virgin site, but it still looked raw to me.
The green-tiled coffee table between the olive-and-orange-striped couch and the brick fireplace-painted to match the floor, incidentally-was on its side and shoved into the raised hearth. The curtains over the wide windows were open to the backyard. God help me but the curtains matched the putrid color combination. Looking at everything, I started to feel nauseous, as if the seventies had taken refuge here against extinction and were preparing to take over the world.
There was no blood except a small splatter against the couch and wall, an ugly brown against the yellowish green paint. From Glenn's broken nose, perhaps? An armchair had been shoved into an upright piano, and loose-leaf sheets of music were stacked on the bench. Leaning up against the wall by the large window overlooking the snow-covered swing set was a picture. It had fallen turned against the wall, and I wanted to see what it was in the worst way.
A Christmas tree was propped up in the corner, disheveled and clearly having fallen at some point if the dark spot on the rug where the water had drained out wasn't enough of a clue. There were a lot of decorations for one room, and they were a curious mix of style. Most were the inexpensive, mass-produced variety, but there was what was probably a two-hundred-dollar snow globe and an antique Tiffany-style mistletoe display. Weird.
Three stockings hung from the mantel, and these, too, looked expensive-too classy for most of the decorations. Only the smallest had a name. HOLLY. The baby's probably. The mantel was empty of pictures, which I thought was odd seeing as there was a new baby in the house. The top of the piano was bare as well.
Jenks had dropped down to talk with the guy at the piano. Ivy had her head next to the photographer's. Edden wasn't paying me any attention. Everyone looked busy, so I wandered to the