As Erika and Jason went downstairs, I caught my employer's eye and she stayed behind.
"You realize," I said quietly, "that this is going to take many hours, depending on how much junk they have in the attic."
"Just do a general search." she whispered. "There's really only one thing I'm looking for."
"The missing dog?" I asked.
She smiled, knowing what I meant. "No, of course not."
She told me what I was really looking for, and I nodded, trying to conceal how puzzled I was. I had a good idea who was responsible for Ryan's death, and how that person had got out of the room. But if I was right, there was no sense at all in making the search she had described.