Vanessa stood in the middle of the room, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her mind spun with fear and anger. She couldn’t stop thinking about her kids. What if they had come home early? What would she have found then? Her stomach churned at the thought, and her hands curled into fists.
“I’ll make them pay for this,” she muttered under her breath, her voice sharp and low.
Diego came back into the room, moving quickly and looking grim. He held a small piece of cloth in his hand, his face serious. “I found this by the back gate,” he said, holding it out for her to see.
Vanessa stared at the cloth. Her pulse quickened. “What is it? Does it mean something?”
“Maybe,” Diego replied, turning the cloth over in his hands. “We’ll check it out. It could help us figure out who did this.”
