The house had smelled strongly of the man that Megan had spoken to several days ago at that other place. It also smelled strongly of his adrenaline. He’d been at the house very recently, and he’d been frantic. But he was gone now. All he’d left behind was a bran flake stuck to a bowl. Brigit licked it, but the darn thing was firmly glued to the dish. As far as the dog was concerned, the entire visit to the house had been a colossal waste of time.