I mean, maybe she wasn’t abducted there, so there wouldn’t be overturned furniture and such.
But still.
Neat as a pin?
I thought I was neat as a pin, but there was probably always something that would indicate I’d recently been there.
“Bed made. Carpets vacuumed. No food spoiling in the fridge,” Harlow kept going. “Like you leave your house before you go on vacation.”
That was off too.
So off, it was hinky, and I could tell all the Angels thought the same.
My attention went back to the photo, and I hyper-focused on it.
“Outside this picture, you?” Luna inquired.
I tore my attention away from Amy to look back at Luna. “We had visitors while we were in there.”
Luna’s eyes got big. So did Harlow’s. Jessie’s narrowed. Tex grunted again.
“What?” Luna demanded.
“Shanti saw them coming, but they were moving too fast, Raye and Willow couldn’t get out in time,” Gemma reported. “Shanti went in to warn them. They hid, and whoever showed left the photo while they were there.”
“The guys that came in didn’t even search the house,” I added. “Saw the back door busted, and although one of them thought that was weird, the other one thought he was stupid for thinking it was.”
“Not smart,” Jessie muttered.
“Didn’t get the impression they were,” I agreed. “But as we listened to them talk, we did get two names. TJ and Dex.”
“TJ and Dex,” Luna muttered as she turned back to the image on the wall.
“What are those two doing?” Joey jerked her chin toward Raye and Shanti, who were engrossed with something on the computer.
“Arthur sent the Food City CCTV footage and other stuff,” Gemma told her. “They’re looking through it.”
At a glance, I noticed they were more than looking through it. They seemed mesmerized by it.
But I turned back to the photo, studying, particularly, Amy’s face.
“She looks like she’s sobbing,” I blurted. “But it also kinda looks like she’s laughing.”
Everyone focused on the pic.
“And why isn’t she tied to the chair?” I queried.
After a few beats, Harlow suggested, “I don’t know, but if I was beat up that bad, if told, I’d probably sit docilely in a chair and hold up a proof-of-life newspaper.”
“And I’m not sure we can tell what her facial expression is, because of that gag,” Gemma said. “But you’re kinda right. I don’t see any tears.”
That was it!
There were no tears!
Joey got up, rounded the desk to the other side of where Luna, Jessie and Harlow were standing, and then bent close to peer at the photo.
She jerked back, announcing, “That’s a fresh mani.”
