She didn’t know what to make of his offer to assist with the investigation, but he was also willing to provide information, and that was exactly what she needed. Yet even as the thought formed, she froze on the staircase and frowned. Was he hoping to tell his stepfather about what she was doing and what she’d discovered? Even if it was unlikely that Peter Davidson was guilty of embezzling and murder, she hadn’t made up her mind about him. She would have to be very careful of what she said. Matt wasn’t sitting at the patio table when Layne stepped outside, and for a moment she thought he had changed his mind. Instead, she found him on the upper slope of her yard, examining the Haida-style totem poles tucked among the trees. “This is great,” he exclaimed. “I looked up and saw mysterious images gazing out at me.” “That’s the point.” Layne walked up to where he was standing.
