“Thank you for coming in before opening,” Andy said.

“Anything to help,” Younger said. “All the information is online, but it would take you hours to get information out of headquarters. I know what I can share, and if you need additional information, provide a warrant and I’ll have it ready.”

“Appreciate it.”

Officer Tolliver waited in the bank lobby while Younger took Andy to his office. Younger logged into his computer, but it took a good fifteen minutes before he was able to retrieve the file and print it out. “It’s archived,” he explained. “We don’t keep print files anymore, and sometimes computers make you jump through hoops.”

“No worries, Bernard. Anything leap out at you?”

“To be honest, Andy, no. I was here at the time, but it was handled out of our legal department at headquarters.” He rose and walked over to his printer as the machine spat out multiple pages. “Mr. Hamilton stopped paying his mortgage after his incarceration. He’d lost his job at the high school before this, and we helped him refinance his house. There was equity, which helped. After his incarceration, he couldn’t keep a job and there was no more equity to refinance. He refused to sell. We never want to foreclose on anyone, and we have several layers of help we offer, plus a counselor who can work with the homeowner in finding government programs to assist until the individual can get back on their feet. Mr. Hamilton didn’t take advantage of any of these. Then came the unfortunate situation of the police having to be called in to remove him from the home.”

“Did he threaten you or anyone at the bank?”

“No. We hired a realty company to prepare the house for sale.” Younger pulled the papers off the printer and sorted through them. “I can’t give you everything here—but this should help.” He pulled a short stack of paper and handed it to Andy. It was the court order of foreclosure, the eviction, the sale report, and the police report. It had been signed by Liberty Lake Senior Officer Brian Maddox.

Andy read through the sale report. The realty company packed up all the furnishings and personal items and stored them. It was a facility in Spokane that Andy knew had closed down several years ago, but that would have been long after the unit had been sold off. He doubted it would be easy to get those records.

“Is there anything else you need?”

“Not right now.”

“Do you really believe that Hamilton is responsible for the two recent murders in town?”

“No. This isn’t public information yet, but we’re looking for his son. Just to talk to him for now.” Andy pulled out his phone and showed the manager Glen Hamilton’s DMV photo. “Have you seen him?”

Younger shook his head. “No. I hadn’t even remembered that Mr. Hamilton had a son.”

Andy looked at the address—369 Vine Street wasn’t far. Maybe Andy should drive by, or talk to the owners. He couldn’t think of a scenario where Hamilton would go there, but maybe he had driven by, been seen in the area. It might be worth talking to the neighbors and ask them to be watchful, especially before the storm hit full force.