“Ma’am. That’s just what we’re trying to find out.” The man’s gaze traveled across the four of them. “I’m Detective Lieutenant Moran.” He pulled a pad from his pants pocket and flipped it open. “And you are?”

“Ruth Murphy,” Mrs. Murphy said.

“You say that’s your husband’s storage unit.”

“Mine now. He died,” Mrs. Murphy said, her chin quivering, daring him to contradict her.

Lila stood beside Mrs. Murphy and linked arms. “Mr. Murphy died about a year ago,” Lila explained. “We’re here to help her clear out the unit.”

“And you are?” Moran asked.

“Lila Laubenstein,” Lila said.

“Emily Harlow,” Emily said.

Moran looked from Emily, to Lila, and then back to Emily. “Mother and daughter,” Lila said.

Then he looked from Emily to Becca, no doubt taking in their matching outfits. “I’m Rebecca Jain,” Becca said. “Emily and I are business partners. We’re professional organizers.”

“Thank you,” Moran said. “Which of you found the body?”

No one answered right away. Finally Emily said, “I guess I did. We all noticed the smell, but we didn’t realize what it was until I looked under the table. The puddle of water caught my attention.”

“When were any of you inside the unit before today?” Moran asked.

That would be Emily. Again. “I was here on Sunday. Alone,” she admitted.

“Did anyone see you?”

“A security guard came by. I’m sure he’ll remember.”

“And then you came back today.”

“Actually, I came back yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” Moran looked surprised.

“But I couldn’t get in. Someone—”

Mrs. Murphy interrupted. “I had a key. I gave it to her. It worked and then it didn’t.”

“Not exactly,” Emily said calmly, though at that moment she could have strangled Mrs. Murphy. “The key you gave me worked the first time I was here. But not when I came back the next day.” Enunciating her words, Emily added, “Someone had changed the lock.”

“And from the looks of it, they did a good bit more,” Lila said under her breath.

“Apparently,” Moran said. “So you came back this morning? All of you.”

Becca said, “The manager needed Mrs. Murphy’s signature giving him permission to break the lock. Which he did.”

“Do you still have the broken lock?” Moran asked.

Of course that would be important, Emily realized. Because whoever dumped the body in the storage unit would have handled it. “The manager must have taken it with him. Honestly, I don’t remember.” She looked to Becca, who shook her head.

“He took it with him,” Lila said. “I’m sure he did.”

“Thank you. We’ll locate it.” Moran smiled at Lila like she was star pupil. “So let me see if I understand. Sunday, Mrs. Harlow was here. She unlocks the unit. Looks around. Leaves. When she returns the next day, the lock’s been changed.”

“Right,” Emily said.