“You just became my nominee for detective of the year,” he said.

“Do you ever take your sunglasses off?” she asked.

“Did the Lone Ranger ever take off his mask?”

She smiled and continued on to Coyle’s mobile home. Nan met her outside the carport. Another CSU tech was on his knees outside the open driver’s side door of Coyle’s Toyota, taking samples from the carpet. Eve handed Nan the latte and she took a big sip.

“Thanks, I’ve been craving this all day,” Nan said. “What do I owe you?”

“I’ll settle for a single piece of evidence linking Coyle to the murders of Tanya Kenworth and her kids,” Eve said and got a frown from Nan, indicating they’d come up with nothing so far. “Don’t tell me that. What about the work boots?”

“They are the same brand and style of work boot but not the actual ones that he wore at the scene. This pair is brand new and they’ve never been worn, at the crime scene or anywhere else. These were his spares.”

“Spares?”

“He has three pairs of the same Nike running shoes, two that are still in boxes and one that he’s wearing regularly. My guess is that he waits for sales and then he buys multiple pairs of the shoes he likes.”

“What about the carpet and floors? Surely he tracked some blood, cleanser, and motor oil into his house.”

“I won’t be one hundred percent certain until we get the samples back to the lab, but there doesn’t appear to be any trace evidence from the crime scene in his house. We’ve checked everything, including the drains in the shower and sinks. Speaking of which, we also checked the drains at Tanya’s house and we didn’t find any hairs that match his.”

Eve motioned to the Toyota. “You must have found something in his car.”

Nan shook her head again. “It’s clean.”

It was frustrating and infuriating. “So he thoroughly scrubbed his car down after the killings.”

“Definitely not,” Nan said. Eve was confused and Nan could see it on her face. “When I said it was clean, I meant we haven’t found any blood, body fluids, bone fragments, or anything else connected to the crime scene. But outside of that, the car is filthy. See for yourself.”

Eve turned and looked at the car. It was covered in dirt and there was bird crap on the trunk lid and back window. The car obviously hadn’t been washed in weeks. It didn’t make any sense to her. If the car was clean, how did he get the trash and body parts out of the house? If his mobile home was clean, then where did he go to change his clothes and wash the blood off himself before going shopping at Walmart?