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As nonchalantly as possible, she positioned herself so that Rose stood between her and the officers. Placing her arm around the shorter woman, who was reciting the facts of the case, Ellie managed to get to the foot of the stairs without attracting the attention of the police.
Leaving Rose with a saddened, slightly perturbed look on her face, Ellie dashed up the stairs. She raced past her nephew, who was sitting in the middle of his room, apparently playing with one of his small toys. Cushioning the sound of her footsteps, Ellie moved past her sleeping niece, into the guest room. Wasting no time, she peeled away the layers of wet clothing, balled them up and tossed them in the back of the closet. As a forensic scientist, she knew better then to leave the clothes in plain view. There was no way for her to know how many fibers or other trace elements she had picked up during her short stay in Josh’s apartment. She could dispose of them later, when the house wasn’t crawling with police.
“Blast,” she cursed as she hopped and danced her way into her jeans. She cursed again when she heard the soft rapping at her door. “Just a second,” she called as she yanked a sweatshirt over her head.
“The police want to talk to you,” Shelby said in that soft, feminine drawl.
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