Beyond a partially closed door, Sheriff Walker’s voice rose in a heated conversation. In the outer office, the dispatcher relayed information over a radio to a deputy on patrol. Rachel and her daughters stood clustered around Deputy Hendricks’s desk. The young man wore immaculately pressed khakis and was so closely shaven, his cheeks were pink. “Cool!” Ivy grinned from ear to ear as he rolled her fingers across the ink pad and pressed them to the paper. Lark wrinkled her nose. “You like being covered with ink?” “Hurry up, Ivy.” Jade nudged her sister. “I’m going to be late for soccer.” “All finished.” The deputy handed Ivy a tissue to wipe her fingers. “Thanks for stopping by. Now we can eliminate your prints from the ones we found on the porch. Hopefully, we’ll know more by this afternoon.” Kane clicked his cell phone shut and dropped a hand on Rachel’s shoulder.
