Pauline slowly shook her head, then covered her eyes for a few heartbeats before dropping her hands to stare at the washing machine again. Jack wouldn’t press her further, but she either knew something or ignored her husband’s secrets. Jack would have guessed the dropped key was to a lawn mower or a backyard shed, except Jim had kept it in his wallet.

“Thank you for your time,” Jack said. “If it’s all right with you, I’ll just hold on to this key. Do I have your permission to look inside whatever it opens if I can find it?”

She hugged herself and nodded.

“Also, I’d like to look around the house some more.”

“Of course. Take your time.” Pauline hobbled down the hallway, the grief weighing on her.

Terra watched Pauline go, sorrow reflected in her eyes. Pauline’s responses, along with the uncertain key, left Jack with questions.

What were you up to, Jim? Jack tugged off the gloves for now and stuffed them away along with the plastic bag containing the small key.

Then he pulled out his cell and called Deputy Sarnes.

“Deputy Sarnes speaking.”

“Sarnes, I’d like to question the pilot. What can you tell me about him?”

“Name is Chance Carter. I can tell you that he left the hospital.”

“Where is he now?” Jack asked.

“We don’t know. That’s what I mean. I can tell you he left the hospital without being discharged, but I don’t know where he went after that. The NTSB will need to investigate the crash. I have a call in to them to see if he’s contacted them already. Maybe we could catch up with him that way.”

“Let me know when you find him. I want to be the one to question him about the crash as well as what he knows about Jim.”

“He couldn’t have killed Jim, if that’s what you’re thinking. Carter was in the hospital when Jim was murdered. He was in bad shape after the crash.”

“But not that bad if he left the hospital.”

“Good point. We’ll get on it.”

“And Sarnes, get me a digital evidence tech out here. I need someone on Jim’s computer.”

“Say what?”

“You heard me.”

“You got a warrant yet?”

“Pauline gave us permission.” Jack ended the call.

Terra’s brows arched. “Because?”

“There’s more going on here. I’ll look through the rest of the house to see if there’s anything that needs closer examination.”

Crossing her arms, Terra slowly nodded, approval in her eyes. “You know, if the pilot was injured in the crash, he might not remember much.”

“I know what you’re thinking. The plane crash could have nothing to do with Jim’s murder, but I don’t believe in coincidences.”