Kenna smiled. “What else can we learn from the house?”
Maizie looked around. “We need one of those K-9s trained to sniff out electronics.”
“If that would help, we could hire one.”
“Aside from that, I guess we just look everywhere, and assume the forensic evidence collection the police did must have missed something, I suppose.” She wandered a couple of steps to the fake fireplace and the empty mantel above. “He was forty-two and a software engineer. He lived here for just over a year before he was killed. Not new to the company, just new to the place.”
“And?” Kenna could see the wheels turning behind her eyes.
“He started whistleblowing, or at least gathering information, around the time he moved. The two could be connected. Like he moved here because he was a whistleblower, maybe?”
“I wondered the same thing. It could be this place is cheaper, or more convenient. Lots of reasons people move. But it could also be that there’s something about this house he needed access to,” Kenna said. “Especially when you consider the company might’ve been on to him. A lot of his actions were those of someone who believed they were being watched.”
Maizie looked up at the sensor in the corner of the room. “Is it normal to have internal cameras or sensors in your house?”
“Define normal, because I have no idea what it is.”
Maizie smiled at her, and they shared that moment. Neither of them were entirely used to what “normal” society, or the average person, did or experienced. They made their own way, sticking together as a family.
Kenna said, “If I had a house and a dog and a day job, I would put cameras in so I could check on my dog throughout the day.”
Maizie nodded. “Me, too.” She tipped her head to the side. “Are you and Jax going to get another house?”
Kenna wasn’t sure she was ready to share the recurring dream she’d been having lately. “Maybe one day.” That was saying too much when it felt like a secret for her to hold in her heart. Something she needed to set before the Lord, set it on the altar in prayer—as it were—and see what He might do with it.
She looked at the camera on the wall. “Can you hack his security system?”
Maizie lifted her chin. “Can you?”
“Fine.” Kenna laughed. “In the spirit of role reversal, I will attempt to ‘hack the system.’” She dug her cell phone out of herpocket. “Do I need a laptop? How will I get on the internet? Do you think his password will be hard to guess?”
Maizie bent double and started laughing. “You didn’t watch those training videos I sent you?”
“They were confusing!”
Maizie laughed harder.
“Maybe you should solve this murder old-school style, with footwork and research.” Kenna laced her fingers together and rested them on her baby bump. “Rather than relying on tech. It won’t be around forever.”
“Right now, an EMP sounds good. Throw society back into the nineteen hundreds, before technology ruined everything by connecting us all and making information accessible twenty-four seven.”
“I’m not sure where to start,” Kenna said. And she didn’t mean the murder.Nineteen hundreds?Oh, boy.
Maizie put her hands on her hips. “There are no signs of a break-in. So, unless the attacker is the best burglar in the world or he can move through walls, we can surmise that Shawn Terrance let his killer in.”
“If there’s a doorbell camera, we might be able to see who it is, but it’s likely the police already looked through what footage there is.” If they had and the killer was there for all the world to see, then the person would be in custody. “But like I said, survey the scene. Work through what we know. I’m more worried about his sister’s safety because I think whoever killed him was hired to do it.”
“An assassin?” Maizie’s eyes lit up.
Kenna snorted. “With any luck, you’ll see them skulking around, probably dressed in all black like a ninja.”
“Spoilsport.”
Kenna grinned. “Anything else to see in here?”
“Not unless he’s got a secret room we don’t know about.”
Kenna waited.
