Chapter 5

I did not see a kiln on the property and guessed that either Rudy Shower had purchased the intricate art pieces at a nearby gallery or created them himself away from North Palm Way. The abode lacked anything remotely interesting except for the figurines. There were no discovered diaries, journals, lists, letters, a computer of any sort, or cellular phone. The entire bungalow was spotless, minimally decorated, and unhelpful in recovering clues to the young man’s murder.

Although the desire to thieve one of the clay figurines of Margo Pagino ate at me, I didn’t. Instead, I exited the abode empty-handed and without leaving a fingerprint or trace of DNA behind. Before making an exit, though, I snapped off a few pics of the clay figurines with my cell phone; pictures that I could continue investigating outside of Rudy Shower’s residence.

After climbing into my brand new Mercedes, a recent birthday gift from Rebecca, I drove to Hurricane Road and called Casey on my way.