Keller thought it over. If Olivia Pine had passed out from the gas while she was reading, the book would have fallen in place. It wouldn’t be upside down.

“It’s staged,” Keller said.

More nodding from Judy.

“That doesn’t mean she was murdered,” Keller said. “The cops could’ve bungled the scene and put the book back on her chest to cover themselves.”

Judy didn’t respond. Instead she reached for the tablet, swiped, and handed it back to Keller.

Keller’s heart sank at the sight of the girl, Margaret. Matt called her Maggie. She was on her stomach on top of the bed.

This time Judy didn’t wait for Keller to see it. She pointed her index finger at the screen. On Maggie’s wrists there were tiny bruises, like fingerprints, as if she’d been held down.

“What about the father and little boy?” Keller asked.

“No signs of struggle with the boy. But the father, his body was found outside on the back porch. I’ve gotta warn you,” Judy said, swiping the tablet, “the photos aren’t for the faint of heart.”

Keller tried not to gasp. Evan Pine was little more than a bloody stump. An image fit for a horror movie. “What the hell…”

“Wild dogs, apparently,” Ira Adler chimed in.

Dear God. Keller needed to warn Matt in case the Mexicans required him to personally ID the bodies. Keller looked away from the image, thinking. That Evan Pine was outside supported the Adlers’ foul play theory. He confronted someone trying to get in from the back of the property, they killed him, and the dogs got to the body. The intruder then subdued the rest of the family and cut the gas line. At the same time, Evan could’ve realized there was a gas leak and stumbled outside before succumbing to the toxic air. But there was an alternative theory. Keller’s mind jumped back to the suicide searches on the family’s computer. Was this a botched suicide? Or worse, a murder-suicide? She kept those thoughts to herself.

“I’m going to need copies of the photos,” Keller said.

“Our lawyer says we don’t have to give them to you, not without a warrant anyway,” Judy said.

Keller let her stare show her displeasure.

“But maybe we can help one another,” Judy said.

“How so?” Keller asked, after a long moment.

“Our investigator found something the local cops overlooked.” Judy reached into her handbag again. She retrieved an overnight delivery envelope. Slipping her hand inside the cardboard sleeve, she carefully removed a small Ziploc bag.

“What’s that?” Keller asked. Inside the bag was a leaf or part of a plant.

“The police let our guy view the crime scene.”

Keller opened her mouth to say something, to castigate them for potentially contaminating the scene, but Judy waved her quiet.