Laurel typed the message to Nester to trace the owner of the property, noting that there had to be electricity and water service, so somebody was paying the bills and it wasn’t Sharon Lamber, or Nester would’ve known about it.

Jason sighed. “I have a conference call with a colleague in LA about a design I’m bidding for in Seattle but could take all of you out there in an hour or so.”

“I’ll go now,” Haylee said, reaching for her coat on the back of the chair nearest the counter. “I want to see this greenhouse.” She chewed her lip. “I could identify any plants for you, if you like.”

Laurel shook her head. “We can’t enter the structure, and it’ll take me until tomorrow morning to obtain a warrant.” She eyed Davie. “When I speak with Tommy, is he going to give me the same story?”

“It’s not a story,” Davie muttered. “It’s the truth.”

She studied his facial expression but didn’t read much. “How well did you know Sharon Lamber?”

“I didn’t. She’s Tommy’s aunt and she had decent pot. That’s it.” He looked at his hands.

“Okay. How about Charlene Rox? Did you meet her at the charity auction last year? You and Tommy assisted his mom at that, right?”

Haylee hovered closer to Davie. “I think we should stop this now until Davie’s mom can be here.” She stood slightly in front of the kid. “He’s a minor and you’re the FBI. This feels like more of an interrogation than a couple of questions.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” Davie said, glaring.

Laurel nodded. “Okay. Just curious. What size are your feet?”

He drew back. “That’s a stupid question. It depends on the shoe. Eleven to twelve, I guess.”

Interesting.

“That’s all,” Jason said.

“What about you, Jason?” Laurel asked.

He snorted and looked down at his feet. “Size thirteen, and it’s tough to find shoes.”

She angled her head; he did have large feet.

He met her gaze evenly. “I’m sorry, but we do need Davie’s mom here if you want to ask any more questions.”

Fair enough. Laurel withdrew a check from her pocket. “The retainer for my barn. Davie? I’ll be calling your mom to set up an off icial interview. Thank you.” She turned and walked out the door, her mind drawing connections again. For now, where was Tommy Bearing?

Sighing, she jumped into her SUV. It was time to relieve Kate at the hospital.

Hopefully Walter had regained enough strength to survive a surgery.

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One