basement,â Marco said. âDonât even get me started on how someone was able to get inside that door. Itâs a comedy of errors. And to make the situation even worse, the prints arenât visible anymore, the excavation site has been smoothed over, and the shoe prints on the steps have been obliterated. I questioned my employees about the size of the prints, but no one except Rafe noticed them, and he isnât sure whether they were male or female because they were mashed.â
âWhy didnât the coroner remove the bones when you first called them in?â Reilly asked.
âThank you,â I said. âThat was my question, too.â
âI was told that he was busy at an accident scene,â Marco said. âHeâs scheduled to come out tomorrow.â
âIâm amazed the detectives didnât close down the whole basement,â Reilly said. âYouâve got a crime scene down there.â
âI think they were doing me a favor by not closing it,â Marco said. âThey cordoned off the excavation site and trusted, I suppose, that I would keep it secure.â
Reilly rubbed his face, thinking. âDid they take photos of the bones and collect soil samples?â
âYes,â Marco said. âThey havenât sifted the dirt yet though.â
âWell,â Reilly said slowly, âitâs not the best circumstances to conduct an investigation, but at least they have something to go on. Will you show me the hole?â
I tucked Seedy into Marcoâs office, then followed the men to the basement, where they were already standing at the edge of the concrete. As Marco and I had seen just before Reilly had arrived, the soil was smooth.
Using Marcoâs flashlight, Reilly crouched down for a closer look. âSee this?â He pointed to the dirt. âSee these faint ridges? They look like they were made with a tool of some sort, like a trowel.â
âTrowels donât have ridges,â I said.
âHeâs not talking about a garden trowel,â Marco said. âHe means the kind used in construction.â He glanced around. âThere used to be an old one down here, but I donât see it. Maybe the thief used it and took it with him.â
Click.
The proverbial lightbulb went on in my head. âMarco, when we were down here with the plumber, Seedy dug an old garden trowel out of the dirt.â
âYou didnât tell me that,â Marco said.
âI didnât think anything of it at the time. I dropped it over there with other old garden tools. When you mentioned a trowel just now, it clicked!â
âWhat clicked?â Reilly asked, as Marco went to find the tool.
âThe curved dent in the manâs skull. Iâve dug enough holes in the clay soil of my grandmaâs garden to know what kind of mark a garden trowel makes. Itâs an arc, and so was the dent I saw on the top of the skull. It canât be a coincidence that it was buried in the dirt near the body.â
âItâs fairly unusual for a murder weapon to be left at the crime scene,â Reilly said.
âWhat better place to leave it than under a cement floor?â I asked.
âI donât see it,â Marco said, as we joined him by the pile of junk.
I pointed to the other tools. âI laid it right there. It had the same long wooden handle that these have.â I picked through the junk to make sure the trowel hadnât fallen behind them, but it was definitely gone.
Reilly walked back to the hole, studied it for a moment, then turned to Marco. âYou asked for my advice, so here it is. If it were my basement, I wouldnât want a big hole in the floor over the winter.â
âItâll take that long for the detectives to get over here?â Marco asked.
âAll I can tell you is theyâve got a lot on their hands right now,â Reilly said. âBecause of the robberies, theyâve
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