Sam opened the passenger door for her and she clumped forward in her boot. Cooper closed the garage door behind her. A slight crunch caused her to stop. Cici lifted her boot and crouched down, poking at the item on the ground.
Sam squatted next to her. “Looks like a lens,” he said.
“Maybe the backup camera for his vehicle,” Sam said.
“It’s awfully small,” Cici said. “Mine is larger than a pen cap and this one is about half that size.”
“Yeah, it is. I wouldn’t have recognized it for a camera if it weren’t for the cracked casing.” He pointed to the small interior pieces of a tiny camera lens visible through the zigzag opening on the side. He produced a baggie from his pocket—Sam always managed to have his notebook and other investigative-y equipment on him. Must be taught in good detective school. He scooped up the small camera, studying it.
“Might as well have it examined, too,” he said.
“You think it’s related?” Cici asked.
Sam turned back to study the Urlichs’ house. “I think people don’t accidentally drown in rain barrels.”