His frown deepened. Uniforms. He grabbed the sleeve of one and pulled it out enough to see that it was a repairman’s coveralls. A Velcro patch on the left breast pocket was empty, but a strip of Velcro attached to the hanger held at least a dozen name tags, each with the name of a different local business—the cable company, power company, gas company, phone company, plumbers, electricians, and a pest control firm. Next to the coveralls were a priest’s cassock and doctor’s scrubs.

Grant backed out of the closet, drawing a deep breath as he positioned the mirror as he’d found it. Wes had done undercover work during his years in the vice department. Those uniforms might be for that.

Or Wes had been using them to buy and sell the drugs he’d hidden in his home safe.

His safe, which had the simplest of all combinations, one that Wes knew Grant would immediately try.

Had Wes wanted his brother to find his stash? To find all that cash? If so, then why?

“Undercover,” Grant whispered. “Please let it be that.”

Drawing another breath, he detected the smell of cigarette smoke. Wes didn’t smoke.

Wes doesn’t sell drugs, either. Except that he does.

Grant turned to the suits, sniffing them, then stopping when he got to one that had a stronger scent of smoke than the others. Figuring that this would be the suit his brother had worn most recently, he hesitantly put his gloved hand in the pocket. Finding it empty, he checked the other and pulled out a matchbook and a half-empty pack of Lucky Strikes.

I guess he does smoke. And then Grant saw the matchbook cover.

Oh. The background was black, both the lettering and the logo white. The lettering used an Old West font. LOTR. Below the letters was a simple drawing of an old-fashioned paddleboat on a winding river.

He held his phone to his mouth. “Siri, search Ohio River paddleboats and L-O-T-R.” He waited impatiently for the results screen, then gave a single nod. “Not Lord of the Rings,” he murmured to himself. “Lady of the River.”

It was a riverboat casino, just over the state line in Indiana.

Of course it was. He added gambling to Wes’s growing list of sins. Then he thought of the detective’s obituary. Murder? Had his brother gone that far?

Where was Wesley? Grant knew where he had to start. Most of the casinos on the Indiana portion of the Ohio River were permanently docked, but the Lady of the River was not. According to their website, this was one of their selling points. The boat went out onto the river three times a week—Monday and Wednesday afternoons for business parties, and Friday evenings, where it was first come, first served until the boat sailed at seven p.m. It remained docked during the rest of the week.