CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I find Officer Trent beside her crouched partner in the laundry room. “It looks like this is the first attempted entry point,” he says.
My eyes widen. “I didn’t even think to check the laundry door.”
He holds open the door and dusts the handle. “There are scratch marks and a chunk of wood has been jimmied out. Looks like they were unable to get it open.”
“We found your high-tech locking device.” Officer Trent points to the folded-up piece of cardboard now on the floor.
Oh. That’s the cardboard I’d jammed between the door and the frame on that windy night last week. “Ah, yeah. The door rattles.”
“It’s been windy, hasn’t it? I had problems too,” the male officer says offering a small smile. I can’t see his name badge, so in my head, he becomes Officer Nice Guy.
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