“Oh my God. The house. It’s a mess. Look what they’ve done.” Walker got permission from the local police to interview the brokers. Julie stood off from the trio, having been told by Walker that she was in no state to involve herself in the interview. “You are, I understand, not only the listing brokers but also the owners of this house. Is that correct?” The elderly man pulled off his raincoat and hung it over the porch bannister. “Dammit. All you people traipsing in and out making a pure chaos out of—” “Do I have to ask you again? Are you—” “Yes, yes, we own this place. We’re also the listing brokers, and we’d like to know what’s going on.” “When did you last—” “Who’s she?” Mr. Watson pointed at Julie. “I’ve a right to know who’s in our house, dammit.” “This is Sergeant Worth. She’s . . . helping in the investigation. Detective Devlin, take the wife down to the other end of the porch.” Walker turned to the man. “Can we get back to the facts?
