“Two hundred and seventy thousand dollars.”
The clubhouse exploded.
Trish stood.
“Turn off the livestream.”
The video ended.
Rachel and I looked at each other.
“Corn maze?” I said.
She shook her head.
“No.”
The doorbell rang.
Ben Holloway stood outside.
He wasn’t smiling.
“I need to show you something.”
We went to the porch.
He handed me a photocopy of a sheriff’s incident report.
“Deputies responded to Cedar Ridge about thirty minutes ago.”
“Fight?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“Linda Price says someone broke into her house.”
My stomach tightened.
“When?”
“Sometime during the HOA meeting.”
“What was taken?”
“Laptop.”
“Anything else?”
“Printer.”
That was strange.
“Jewelry?”
“No.”
“Cash?”
“No.”
“Just electronics?”
“Not exactly.”
He looked at Rachel.
“She says a file box is missing.”
I already knew.
“The emails.”
Ben nodded.
“She told you?”
“She came here this morning.”
“I need a statement.”
I gave him one.
Every word.
