“It’s a body,” Glenn said as he came to a squinting halt before me, wiping his hands with yet another wipe. “You were right.” He saw my face, and I knew I must have looked anxious as he followed my gaze to Trent standing with Quen and Edden. “He’s just a man.”

Trent was confident and unruffled, the picture of cooperation, a sharp contrast to Sara Jane’s anger and hysterics. “Is he?” I breathed.

“It’s going to be a while before you can go in,” he said, taking a third towel and swabbing the back of his neck. He looked a little gray. “Maybe tomorrow, even. You want a ride home?”

“I’ll stay.” My stomach felt light. It occurred to me that I should probably call Ivy and let her know what was going on. If she’d talk to me. “Is it bad?” I asked. By the door, the two men chatted to a third as they unpacked a vacuum from the battered suitcase and put paper sleeves on over their shoes.

Glenn didn’t answer, his eyes going everywhere but to me and that black doorway. “If you’re staying, you’ll need this,” he said as he handed me an FIB badge with the word temporary on it. People were stringing yellow crime scene tape, and it looked like they were settling in. The radio was thick with short, terse requests, and everyone but the dogs and I seemed happy. I had to get upstairs. I had to see what Trent had done to Dr. Anders.

“Thanks,” I whispered, looping the badge’s necklace over my head.

“Get yourself a coffee,” he said, looking toward one of the vans that had come in with us. FIB officers with nothing to do were already clustered around it. I nodded, and Glenn headed back to the stairway, his long legs taking them two at a time.

I glanced only once at Trent, in the open room between the box stalls. He was talking to an officer, apparently having waived his right to counsel. To foster a perception of innocence? I wondered. Or did he think he was too smart to need one?

Numb, I joined the FIB personnel around the van. Someone handed me a soda, and after I avoided everyone’s eyes, they obligingly ignored me. I didn’t particularly want to make friends, and I wasn’t comfortable with the lightness of the conversations. Jenks, though, proceeded to charm sips of sugar and caffeine from everyone, doing impersonations of Captain Edden that got everyone laughing.