The police radio cracked once, then went quiet.
My neighbor, Mrs. Hanley, stood just outside the open front door with one hand pressed over her mouth.
Even the refrigerator kept humming, indifferent and steady.
Nobody in that room looked at me for more than a second.
That scared me more than shouting would have.
The first officer asked when Daniel had last been conscious.
I told him I didn’t know.
He asked if anyone else had a key.
I said my mother had one, but she was out of state.
He asked about the garage.
I said Daniel’s car was usually inside when he worked from home.
He asked whether the house had cameras.
I said the doorbell camera worked, but the garage camera had been offline for two weeks because Daniel said the router needed replacing.
He wrote that down.
The way he wrote it down made my stomach drop.
