He continued to sweep the house, making sure no one was concealed anywhere, checking that windows were securely latched. He felt exposed at every pane of glass as he closed the draperies.
In the bedroom, on the bed, he had left the pistol with which he had killed. During his absence, someone had taken it. The shoulder holster and the spare magazine were also gone.
A small smear of blood brightened the beige chenille bedspread.