Jasmine's POV
The city enforcers arrived within twenty minutes of my call, two broad-shouldered men with badges clipped to their belts and expressions that suggested they'd rather be anywhere else. They walked through the apartment with perfunctory interest, noting the disturbed cushions, the open drawers, the general chaos left behind.
"Anything missing?" The taller one asked, his pen poised over a worn notebook.
I glanced around again, mind racing through our belongings. My laptop sat untouched on the coffee table. The television remained mounted on the wall. Even the spare cash we kept in the kitchen jar was still there.
"No. Nothing."
"You sure?" His tone held doubt, like he thought I was wasting his time.
"I'm sure." Frustration bled into my voice. "Everything's here. But someo
