‘I know. It feels different when it’s a mate’s house. More personal. More wrong.’ Once inside, Ruth dumped her bag on the couch. ‘How’s about you take upstairs this time and I do down here?’ ‘Then we can swap and a do a walk-through of each other’s search areas.’ Ruth nodded. ‘Good idea. Then there’s the shed and the garage.’ Ruth was going through a pile of papers she’d found on top of a bookcase when she heard Winter call her name. ‘Ruth? You got a minute?’ She put the papers down and headed upstairs. ‘Have you found something?’ ‘No, the opposite. Didn’t you say all Karen’s stuff was here when you checked?’ ‘Yes. Nothing had been taken, no toiletries, no clothes.’ ‘And you said there was still a suitcase under the bed?’ Ruth nodded. ‘There were a couple.’ ‘Well, they’re gone now.’ Ruth looked, then went through the chest of drawers, opened the wardrobe and looked in the bathroom. ‘It’s like she packed for a holiday or something.
