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“And keep in mind that gastric physiology is extremely variable. Nervous stress and certain diseases can delay stomach emptying.”

I remembered the shaky voice at the other end of the line. Parent’s agitation had been evident even at a distance.

“I’ll request a warrant to pull up the phone records.”

“But the state of decomposition suggests death probably occurred on Friday. And now.” LaManche clasped his hands behind his back. “What have you brought us, Detective?”

Ryan slid a brown envelope from a jacket pocket, and spread color photos on the counter.

One by one, the five-by-sevens took us to Louise Parent’s final day.

Exterior views of a blond brick bungalow. Ice-free walks. Front porch, window strung with multicolored lights. Blue wooden door. Wreath with Joyeuse Fêtes! on a red velvet ribbon. Front lawn with plastic reindeer.

Enclosed backyard, a child’s sled leaning on the far side of chain-link fencing. Ice-free cement stoop. Snow shovel.

Wordlessly, LaManche and I worked our way through the photos.

Close-ups of the rear and front doors showing undamaged knobs and latches.

A kitchen, shot from the right, then the left. Stove, refrigerator, wraparound counter with stainless steel sink. Freestanding butcher block.

Single spoon, mug, and pan in the dish rack.

“Looks very tidy,” I said.

“Not a thing out of place,” Ryan agreed. “No signs of a break-in. No signs of company.”

“The doors were locked?” LaManche.

“Bastillo thinks so, but can’t swear to it.”

“That is the niece?”

Ryan nodded.

“Did the home have a security system?” LaManche.

Ryan shook his head no, then pulled a snapshot from his pocket and handed it to LaManche.

The snapshot showed a plump woman with apricot hair and Jackson Pollock makeup. She looked to be somewhere just north of sixty.

“Rose Fisher?” I asked.

Ryan nodded.

I returned the snapshot and went back to the crime scene photos.

Living room with doilied sofa and love seat. Picture window. Lace curtains. Closed venetian blinds. Birdcage on an ornate metal stand.

I remembered the background twittering during Parent’s calls.