Decker checked his watch. It was almost seven in the evening, but there was still plenty of daylight. At least he and his partner were in the same time zone. “Probably three days. I’m itching to come home, but I can’t skip out on my mother.”

“How old is she?”

“Ninety-seven.”

“No, you can’t get out of that one. We’ll hold the fort. Nothing’s urgent.”

“You must have the coroner’s report by now.”

“It came in a week ago. She sustained around three stab wounds. None of them got a major vessel but they were deep. She probably bled out.”

“Any evidence at the grave site?”

“No knife, if that’s what you’re asking. This area is filled with rivers and woodlands and creeks. Plenty of places to jettison the knife. We’re going to Corbett’s place tomorrow. We’ll see if we can find anything incriminating. Maybe evidence of animosity or a fight between Corbett and Schulung. Something that would give us a motive for Elsie wanting Pauline dead. We’re also back to looking at CCTV for Pauline’s car. Anything else we should be looking at?”

“Tyler, do we have any evidence that Lanz is back in Germany?”

“No. We could send someone over to see if we can get visual contact.”

“We might have to do that,” Decker said. “It would help if you had something to justify the trip—like an airline reservation.”

“We’re attempting to find airline tickets. The most direct route for them is JFK to Frankfurt nonstop. But if you want to cover your tracks, maybe you’d fly to some other airport in Europe and go home by car or train. It’s going to take a while.”

“Keep at it. Thanks for taking this on while I’m away.”

“No problem, boss. Just invite me over to dinner when you get back. I haven’t eaten a decent meal in two weeks.”