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terms in a long time, he would never have left me on the floor that way. I called for him—I think—and I looked. I’m afraid I wandered around the house for a while, still a little confused, until it came to me something terrible had happened to Edward. I contacted Charlotte so she wouldn’t worry, and asked her if you could come and look into it all.”
    He gave Eve a look with those soft, dreamy eyes that made her want to kiss his temple as Mira had. It mortified her.
    â€œI realize now I should have simply contacted nine-one-one rather than bothering you.”
    â€œThis isn’t a bother. Are you up to taking a look at the study? Seeing if anything’s missing or out of place?”
    â€œAnything I can do.”
    When they walked back, she sealed her hands, her feet. “It’s better if you don’t touch anything. You’ve already been in there, and through the house, so sealing up’s beside the point. But let’s keep it to a minimum.”
    She paused at the doorway. “So your cousin was in the desk chair. Behind the desk.”
    â€œYes, he was—oh, not behind it. The chair was in front of the desk.” He frowned a moment. “Why would that be? But, yes, he was sitting in the chair, in front of the desk. On the rug.”
    â€œOkay.” That jibed with her observations. “Hold it a minute.”
    She took what she needed from her kit, crouched down to take a swab of the blood from the floorboards, sealed it. Then meticulously swabbed an area of the rug.
    She added drops of something from a small bottle to the swab, nodded. “Blood here. Somebody cleaned it up, but you don’t get it all with a quick run of household cleaner.”
    She bent down, sniffed. “You can still smell it.” She put on microgoggles, peered close. “And if you’re looking, you can see it, and the faint pattern where the chair rolled out and back, sat here with weight in it.”
    â€œEdward’s weight.”
    â€œLooks that way. Another minute.” She moved behind the desk, started an inch-by-inch exam of the chair.
    â€œThey missed some. Just a drop here.” She swabbed again, carefully, leaving enough for the sweepers to take their own sample. “Was he restrained, Mr. Mira?”
    â€œI . . .” He closed his eyes. “I don’t think so. I don’t think he was. I’m sorry. I’m not at all sure. I was so shocked.”
    â€œOkay. Black eye, bloody mouth. So someone assaulted him, put him in the chair, but out here, more in the center of the room. Scared himenough to keep him there. A stunner maybe, a knife, a weapon anyway, or the threat of more physical violence.”
    She circled the room again. “Voices. So they were talking. Wanted something from him, most likely. But before they can get it, or finish, you come in. You call out, so that gives them time to threaten him to keep it shut, to move out of sight. They don’t stun you, if they have a stunner. You stun somebody, it takes a few seconds, and maybe you see them before you go down. Bash from behind. But they don’t finish you off, or take you with them. You’re not important in this. You’re just an inconvenience. But they go to the trouble of cleaning up, putting the chair back behind the desk.
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œIt’s fascinating, the science and art of what you do.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWhat you do,” Dennis said, “it’s a science, and an art. The observational skills are so polished, and—I think—innate. Sorry, my mind wandered.” He smiled. “You asked why. I think I might understand that. If they knew Edward, they might know me. Some people would say, as my mind will wander, I simply fell and struck my head. And imagined the rest.”
    â€œSome people would be stupid,” Eve said, making him smile. “Anything not here that should be, Mr. Mira, or out of