Ingrid had briefly explained Henry’s condition to the group, but she didn’t go into much depth. She said, “Well, with being awake only an hour a day, he doesn’t have much contact with the outside world. If he told anyone, it would have been Isabel, who is basically his executive assistant, or his—” she stopped herself, biting her tongue.

“Or his what?” demanded Cooper.

“Or his cat.” She fought down a smile. “He talks to his cat.”

Natalie, the forensic expert, laughed from across the table and said, “Oh, I do that too.”

Ingrid shook her head. “Not like this. He has, like, full on conversations with him.” She found herself smiling just thinking about the two idiots. Her two idiots. No, she forgot about Archie. Her three idiots.

“Do you have the statements from everyone at the wedding?” asked Welds.

Cooper slid a folder across the table and said, “These are all the witness statements, plus all the statements from every house on the block.”

Ingrid had spent most of the afternoon trudging through the snow, going door-to-door. There were about twenty houses on her father-in-law’s street and cul-de-sac.

“Anybody at any of the houses see anything?” Welds said, opening the folder.

Cooper shook his head. “A woman in the house next door said she heard music coming from the house around the time of the wedding, but that’s about it.” He added, “There were four or five houses on the block where no one came to the door.”

“They probably all got snowed in somewhere,” said Natalie Forensics.

Cooper nodded and said, “Anyhow, copies are being made for everyone right now. Unfortunately, we are working with a skeleton crew. It’s only Jessica, the woman who brought the food, and an intern named Jake or Jack, who were able to dig their cars out.”

“You need to get some more staff here and fast,” quipped Donald Port Authority, the first words Ingrid had heard him utter.

“I think that’s what Beech is trying to accomplish right now,” Cooper said. “Sending snowplows and SUVs to pick people up from their homes. And he’s trying to get his hands on all those Hummers that no one wants to buy these days.”

Ingrid tried to think of the last time she saw a Hummer on the road.

It must have been six months.

“But they can’t get us any pizza,” Welds said, shaking his head.

“There probably isn’t a pizza place open in the surrounding hundred miles,” retorted Tasha. “Now quit being such a pussy and eat a fucking muffin.”

Ingrid bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from laughing.

She would have to get a couple glasses of wine in Tasha when this was all said and done.

She’d be a hoot.

“Okay,” Cooper said, the team leader, a role he wore well. “Let’s go around the room real fast and update what we know.” He pointed to Donald Port Authority and said, “Why don’t you start us off?”