Someone had given him a working access code.
And whoever had done it knew enough about my plans to choose a Saturday morning when I was four hours away.
Then a police cruiser appeared on the camera.
Mark saw it.
For the first time that morning, the confidence disappeared from his face.
Vanessa stepped outside.
An officer approached the side entrance and began speaking with Mark.
Mark reached for his phone.
I expected him to call me.
He didn’t.
He called someone else.
Less than a minute later, my own phone started ringing.
Rachel looked at the screen.
Her expression changed immediately.
I looked down.
The name staring back at me belonged to one of the very few people who knew about my new house.
Someone I had trusted.
Someone who knew exactly where I was supposed to be that weekend.
Someone who had enough information to help Mark get inside.
