Cam shrugged. “Two hours before the hit.”
“With no obvious motive,” Steady added.
“Unless you count moral indignation,” Ren huffed.
Twitch nodded. “Well, according to the detective, Pete Brigger, the janitor Calliope heard vacuuming has fibromyalgia. He couldn’t lift a shotgun.”
“Not our circus, Twitch. If the murder is unrelated to Calliope’s presence at Gentrify, let the police handle it. Let’s move on to something that does concern us.”
Nathan sat next to Tox on the couch. “Calliope Garland is confronted on the sidewalk outside of her home by three men. She runs, they chase her. While this is happening a fourth perp breaks into her home, distracts the dog with a chew bone, and searches the house, bypassing the remaining flash drive and printed Gentrify files that are in plain sight. He doesn’t disturb anything. He doesn’t take anything. And we know from Calliope’s hinky linen closet door that he most likely searched the entire house. Which begs the question…”
Tox scrubbed his stubbled head. “What the hell were they looking for?”
“And did they murder Phipps Van Gent to find it?” Twitch brushed the end of her auburn braid against her fingertips. “I know. I know.” She held up her hands to ward off Nathan’s warning glare. “I’d still like to know who killed him.”