Lyle rubbed his bare arms against the pervading chill. "I haven't-"
He stopped as he saw a dark line appear in the dust on the dresser top. They could well afford a cleaning service, but didn't like strangers in the house who might see something they shouldn't. So they did the work themselves, but not nearly so often as needed.
Maybe that was going to turn out to be a good thing.
Lyle stepped closer and motioned Charlie to follow him. He pointed to the letters forming slowly in the down of dust.