The house was a neatly kept 1950s ranch house in an older section of town, near a golf course. It was made of pink stucco with a concrete tile roof, like more than half the houses in Orchid Beach. Most of those that hadn't been built of these materials had been remodeled in them. She parked in the driveway, walked up the front flagstone path and rang the doorbell.
She hadn't expected an answer. She tried looking through the front window, but the Venetian blinds had been closed. Through a crack at the end, she could see a corner of what appeared to be an empty living room. She walked around to the back of the house and flipped open her cell phone and called Hurd. "Hurd Wallace."
"I'm at the Franklin Morris residence, and I want you to go over to the courthouse and get a search warrant." She gave him the address. "What's my probable cause?"
"A bank officer has left town abruptly a few days after the bank was robbed. I think that ought to do it. When you get the warrant, bring it over here and bring the tech with you."
"Will do." Hurd hung up.
Holly tried looking in through the rear windows, but each was covered either by Venetian blinds or a shade. There was a small pool in the backyard, and she noted that it was clean and that the grass around it had been recently mowed. In fact, the whole place seemed to be very well kept She sat down in a poolside lounge chair and closed her eyes for a minute.
"Sorry to wake you," somebody said.
Holly opened her eyes to find Hurd and the tech standing there. "Oh, I thought I'd close my eyes for a minute, and I guess I must have dozed off."
"We've tried all the doors. They're locked."
"Okay, then, let's break in."
"Can I do it?" the tech asked. "I love this part."
"Try not to knock the house down," Holly said. His name was Tommy Ross, and he was a sweet, if naive, kid.
Tommy approached the back door of the house, which had glass panes over a wooden bottom. He made ready to kick it in.
"Tommy," Hurd said, "just break a pane and reach inside."
Tommy looked disappointed, but he found a brick bordering a flower bed and broke the pane. A moment later, they were in the kitchen.
"Nice kitchen," Hurd said. "The owner must have replaced it when he remodeled the house." He went to a cork bulletin board in the kitchen and looked closely at the notes posted. "A grocery list, and a list of chores around the house." He took a thumbtack from the board and pinned the search warrant to the cork.
Holly pulled on some latex gloves and motioned for Hurd and Tommy to do the same. Then she began opening drawers and cabinet doors. "Well, they took the dishes, but not the cleaning stuff under the sink," she said.
Tommy stood at one end of the kitchen counter and sighted down it from a low angle. "This looks clean as a whistle," he said. "It's been wiped down, probably with some sort of cleaner."
"One of the ones under the sink," Holly said. "Go find the master bathroom and check that."
Tommy left the room, and Holly and Hurd walked into the living room. The place was broom clean and, except for some abandoned things-an ashtray, some bad art on the walls-was empty.
Tommy returned. "No luck; been wiped down."
"Try the front doorknob," Hurd suggested. "That would have been the last thing they touched."
Tommy checked and came back, shaking his head. "Clean."
"Dust some surfaces," Holly said. "Try the doorknobs and the mantel."
"This looks like our inside guy," Hurd said.
"It does," Holly agreed. "I wonder if he's in cahoots with the Harston woman, or if we were just barking up the wrong tree."
"I don't suppose there was some legitimate reason for them to move in a hurry?" Hurd said.
"Let me fill you in," Holly replied. "Morris, if that's his name, was hired on the strength of a recommendation from the president of a nonexistent bank in Miami. He moved up here, bringing a wife and a small child with him, and he stayed until the bank was robbed, then he disappeared without a word to anybody sometime between Friday afternoon, when he left work, and this morning. Probably on Saturday night, since he didn't show up for church. I wonder how much furniture they had."
"That's a thought," Hurd said. "I'll check the truck rental places in town." His cell phone r
ang. "Hurd Wallace," he said, then he listened. "Thanks." He hung up.