"Riley," acknowledged Blue. "Process what you can around the window. Maybe we can get fingerprints."
Riley saluted her with two fingers, then rose to his feet and walked off toward the cruisers.
"I think our intruder pried off that plywood—" Colt pointed to the square laying on the floor, "—and then pushed these stacked trunks against the wall to reach the window." Colt nodded toward the dirt marks in the floor that showed the trunks had been moved. "Whoever-it-was climbed right on out."
"Yeah. And whoever-it-was knew there was an escape route down here." She eyed the plywood. "I wonder what happened to the window."
"Nothing," said Colt. "It's leaning against the wall over there."
Colt was right. The big square window, which had a hook latch, was intact. Gary had taken it out and nailed plywood over the hole. Why?
Blue guessed the small basement was 10 x 10. On the left were storage shelves containing boxes, tools, Christmas decorations and other miscellaneous items.
