Lucy didn’t respond to the question. “Have Detective Douglas send me all crime scene photos from the Albright property, as well as any other digital photos he might have.”

“Sure. You know, you should talk to the owner of the construction company. Henry Kiefer. His contact information is right there on the inside of the first folder. He’s bitter and angry about the whole thing, but sharp as a tack. Figured out exactly how she’d stolen the money, but he lost everything in the process.”

Which could be motive for murder.

“We will,” she said. “When will Detective Douglas be back?”

“Whenever he’s done with his case. Look, I have work to do. We might not be as busy as San Antonio or the FBI, but we don’t have the resources that y’all do, so I do double duty here. So if that’s it?”

“For now.” Lucy gathered up the file and walked out.

Carl Chavez followed the feds to the door. There was no reason Kerr couldn’t run with this case, and he was not going to just roll over and let them do whatever the hell they wanted.

Garrett walked in a minute later. “Those the two feds?”

“Yep. Pricks.”

“Even the looker?”

“Ball-breaker,” Carl said.

Garrett shook his head. “I tried to get back in time.”

“I told them you had an important case, but what do they care?”

“So they’re really taking it over.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know that they’re going to learn anything we didn’t.”

“They have the bodies. Forensics.”

“Skeletons. I left a copy of the forensics report on your desk, there’s nothing there. They just want to flex their muscle and pretend they know more than we do.”

“Not going to go over well here. It would have benefited them to let us handle it.” Garrett walked over to his desk. Carl followed him, sat down, and looked at his partner while Garrett glanced at the forensics report. “So what did they say they’re going to do?”

“Not in so many words, but it looks like they’re going to retrace our steps. Do everything we did—and learn everything we learned.”

“Fucking waste of time.”

“Their time to waste.”

“Still … the family has been dead for three years. Except for the kid.”

“Kid’s probably dead, too. They just haven’t found his body.”

Garrett frowned.

“Call them,” Carl said. “They want to talk to you anyway. Said the file is incomplete or some such thing.”

“Pricks,” Garrett mumbled. “They can stew for today, I’ll call them in the morning. It’s not like I don’t have a hundred other things to do more important than jumping through federal hoops.”

“Don’t I know it,” Carl said. “I have to go follow up on that robbery at the school. Back in a few.”