The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

drain, the concrete was darker in patches.

A crime scene tech in blue booties photographed the baseboards.

Another tech lifted a strip of gray tape from the underside of a shelf and slid it into a bag.

“What is that?” I asked.

Cobb didn’t look up from her notes.

“Camera wire.”

I stared at the shelf.

Janelle had never mentioned a camera.

Cobb said, “Mrs. Mendoza continue reading …