I have a hard time with abstraction, so I am very pleased with this particular page. Blobs of flowers. Blob of a green background.


Back outside,Officer Rosenfeld flagged them down. “I noticed something. Look over here.” She led them to Ela’s front garden and pointed at the ground.

“A single tire track.” Isolde scratched at her chin.

“We focused on the back garden because that’s where . . . everything was. But I was walking back from Mary’s into Ela’s back garden and noticed this.” She looked back and forth between Isolde and Ambrose.

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