QUOTE : than the other scenes,” said Mercy. “It feels rushed. Like he didn’t find what he expected when he entered the house. No one else was shot to death in their kitchen. Even with Jefferson Biggs, it appeared they had a drink before he became suspicious.” “I agree,” said Eddie. “Especially since Anders fired a weapon at our suspect. Our guy was the aggressor in our other scenes. What went wrong this time?” “Come look back here.” Truman gestured for the agents to follow him. They trailed him down a long hallway to a small room at the back of the house. In the closet a gun safe stood wide open. And full of guns. “He didn’t take the weapons.” Mercy looked stunned. “Was he scared off?” “Anders Beebe’s sister showed up at five this morning to drive him to Portland for a doctor’s visit later this morning.” “All the way in Portland?” asked Eddie. “A cancer specialist.” “Oh.” Agent Peterson pushed on the nose of his glasses. “So it’s possible she interrupted something.” “She said her brother was warm when she found him, but she didn’t hear anyone else or see anyone leave.” “How about another vehicle?