“Did you notice that Greta seems more mad than sad?” Cam asked. She watched as the front door closed behind Greta and Megan. “I guess people deal with death in different ways. Although when I visited here yesterday she didn’t seem that happy with him. So if their marriage was already in trouble . . .” A door slammed somewhere and Dasha barked. Cam glanced into the car to see him standing alert on the front seat, his face intent on the house. Pete strode toward them from around the side of the building. “That was a good call, Cam.” Cam blew out a breath. “It really was just dumb luck, if you can call it luck. I was driving past the church after picking up Dasha when they came out. I almost told them myself. I didn’t think it was particularly nice to let them come home to a dead man and a bunch of police.” “It’s a good thing you didn’t. You could have eliminated a piece of evidence.” Pete pressed his lips together and waved his hand. “What do you mean?” Cam asked.
