“I saw the photos put in as evidence,” Zoe whispered. “And I thought I could guess the scene of death based on them, but wow, a lot’s changed in forty years. Can you believe this used to be a luxury property? They had a dedicated gardener to trim the hedges and stuff. Now it’s like some postapocalyptic-scape, just with plants instead of collapsed buildings.” The metaphor was awkward, but Keira couldn’t argue with it. As the flashlight skimmed over the yard, she saw sprawling shrubs as big as a car, flowers that had spread outside their garden beds, a stone statue of a Grecian woman with both
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