“Which would mean he drove there well after midnight.”

“When the Madisons were likely asleep.”

“You could be right.”

“I’m not a homicide detective.” Though she had certainly worked her fair share of cases and tended to think like a criminal. Maybe because she’d been raised by two criminals. Though to her knowledge, neither her mother nor father had ever killed anyone.

“But how did he get from the vacation house—after he left Victoria’s car—back to wherever he’s living?” Andy asked.

“He had his car there.” But as she said it, she realized that didn’t make sense, either. Unless... “The question is, how did he get to Spokane.”

“Explain.”

“Here are the facts we know. The family in Vegas is missing an ATV, but we don’t know when it was stolen. We know that Manners’ car was found on the same property as the missing ATV. We know that the killer transported Manners in the trunk of her car to the ATV. We believe he used the ATV to bring her body to the lake. A distance of roughly fifteen miles as the crow flies, or twenty miles using known roads—or he stole the ATV earlier and left it in a more convenient location.”

“Which means that he stored his car at or near the vacation house.” Andy shook his head. “We need to go back out there.”

“Didn’t Miles process the scene and not find it?”

“Yes—but we need to broaden the canvass.”

“Probably a good idea,” Kara said.

“I have to follow up on a call from last night—sorry to drag you along, I can leave you somewhere if you like—”

“No, I’m fine. What else am I going to do?”

“Relax?” Andy suggested. He sounded serious, and Kara laughed.

“Andy, I don’t relax. My idea of hell is a spa day. I’m good, if you don’t mind the ride-along.”

“Nope, I enjoy the company. After we’re done with our half of the lake, we can go back to the vacation home and expand the canvass. Also, I have a list of all the residences, including which are full-time vacation houses, which are being rented and which are vacant.”

“Convenient.”

“It helps when there’s a break-in or suspicious people, and the rental companies are on board.”

They headed out to the south half of the lake; the other officers had the north half. It would take all day to canvass properly, but Kara didn’t care—Agent Costa had been a jerk yesterday in the parking lot, and at least looking for the ATV gave her something to do other than jog or trying to ignore her grandmother’s pot smoking. Yeah, pot was now legal in Washington and California and half a dozen other states, but Kara had never quite gotten used to the idea that her grandmother was a pothead.

Aren’t you the hypocrite.

Kara didn’t do drugs for fun. Only when she had to in order to protect her cover or her informant. She’d seen drugs make too many people stupid, violent, or both.