No one was ever to notice that I had been in the barn. More corpses might not be buried there, but the people from the FBI Laboratory could still show up. That’s why I didn’t break the padlock with one of the tools for changing tires. That was all I had with me. Even with my bare hands, I could yank a wide plank out of the back wall. The rusty nails gave a crunch. Inside, it was light enough because there were gaps everywhere where light could come in through.