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                  “We haven’t heard from her, as we already told you on the phone,” Mr. Mosswood said, a look of disapproval creasing his face.
                  “So, I imagine you’ll head back home now,” Mrs. Mosswood added quickly.
                  Mr. Mosswood frowned. “We should remember our manners and at least offer them a beverage.” But he didn’t go so far as to actually offer them a beverage.
                  Dash glanced around the pristine interior. White sofa, white carpet, furniture and fabric in tones of white and gray.
                  “Is this where Isadora grew up?” he asked.
                  Mrs. Mosswood managed a small grimace of distaste. “So to speak, although she rarely came in the house. Such a terribly untidy child. We told her not to come inside if she was going to make a mess, so she’d just sleep outside in the trees half the time.  Always preferred to spend her time outside, doing heaven knows what with heaven knows who.”
                  “I can imagine,” Dash muttered. He shuddered at the thought of growing up in that house. He was an only child, but his parents had the kind of house where everyone on the street loved to hang out.  It was messy, it was cluttered, it was comfortable.  It always smelled like just baked cookies. The air in the Mosswood’s house was heavily frosted with air freshener and smelled icy and unwelcoming.
                  “What?” Mrs. Mosswood cocked her head.
                  Warden Redthorne shot him a look, then turned to Mrs. Mosswood.
                  “Who did Isadora hang out with?” one of the Wardens asked.
                  “I just told you. I have no idea. Dreadful hooligan types. I certainly wouldn’t have let her friends on our property, much less in our house, so I never met them. So different than our other daughter. It’s hard to believe Isadora’s related to us.”
                  She gestured at a silver-framed picture of their daughter Diana, which adorned their flagstone fireplace. She looked like a cleaned up version of Isadora, smiling smugly at the camera, with a string of pearls around her neck. To his surprise, Dash realized that all the pictures on the fireplace were either Diana, or the Mosswoods and Diana. Isadora wasn’t featured in a single picture.
                  What the hell kind of family had Isadora grown up in?
                  Dash found himself growing angry on her behalf. He thought about the Battle family’s property, where he and his pack mates had grown up. Plenty of their family members had their odd quirks, but they were all loved, fiercely and protectively.
                  “Where are your pictures of Isadora?” Dash asked, just to make them uncomfortable.  When Mrs. Mosswood flushed and scowled at him, he flashed an ingratiating smile and added  “We’d like to have more pictures to send out to other agencies. Might increase the chances of someone recognizing her.”
                  The Mosswoods glanced at each other and then glanced back at Dash. “We might have some in the garage,” Mrs. Mosswood said, her face pinched as if she’d smelled something bad. “When Isadora moved out…well, she never really liked being in pictures anyway.”
                  “We always offered her the chance to be in our family photographs.” Mr. Mosswood glowered defensively. “All that she had to do was dress appropriately.”
                  And if she didn’t, she was excluded, Dash imagined.
                  “Can you get those pictures?” Warden Redthorne asked.
                  “Which pictures?” Mrs. Mosswood looked bewildered.
                  “The ones that you just said were in the garage.” Now his tone had an edge to it.