Chapter 67

Quinn turned to the cop who was waiting for us. “Where is our John Doe?”

“Upstairs.” The cop led the way to the staircase.

Quinn paused before he got to the first step. “In the mistress’s bedroom?”

“Uh…”

“The smallish bedroom at the front of the house.”

“How did you know?” Suspicion was all over the cop’s face.

“I didn’t know, but I suspected.”

“Quinn?”

He glanced at me. “If he’s the man who was systematically tearing up the floorboards, and if he saw the hole Rayne put in the floor—”

“Makes sense. He’d think we were getting busy on our own and would want to see what we’d found.”

“Dammit.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you talking about?” the cop asked.

“Nothing.” Quinn gestured for him to get moving, and once the cop had, Quinn jogged up after him.

I had to take the stairs a bit slower.