Chapter 7

“Shall we play gawkers?” Amery asked, stripping off his gloves to deposit them in a trash bin at the entrance to the alley.

Myles shrugged, doing the same. “Might as well. If nothing else we might find out if the house was robbed. But we’re only going to do it if there are other people, neighbors, out there too.”

“You know there will be, people being people.”

Amery was correct. When they got to the street there were already several of the Newells’ neighbors standing on their lawns or in doorways, watching as police officers exited their squad cars.

“The perks of being rich and well-known. They sent half the force,” Amery said sardonically.

At a signal from one of the officers, two others headed toward the back of the house. A second pair walked up the path to the front door.