“Is there anything else?” he asked. Laurel shook her head. “I don’t think so. But I was afraid to open the bedroom closet.” He strode into her room and Laurel hung back. He heard her gasp as he yanked the door open. A few clothes and a plastic hanger lay on the closet floor, but otherwise it seemed perfectly normal. “She was in here.” “She?” Laurel swallowed. “My clothes. She went through my clothes.” “Okay. Is anything missing?” She reached a trembling hand to slide the hangers along the closet rod, touching each item as she moved it aside. Her clothing took up only a small part of the space. Finally she dropped her hand to her side. “My red silk blouse.” “It’s missing?” he inquired. “Yes.” “Are you certain?
