OLIVER
The security system says no one entered our house.
The photograph says it is lying.
Ucker seals the bedroom and brings the evidence sleeve downstairs. A forensic team begins at the perimeter while Anny and I wait in the study. She sits behind my desk with the complete family photograph in front of her. I take the chair where visitors usually wait.
The change in position feels deserved.
“The camera outside the bedroom repeated seven minutes of empty hallway,” Ucker says. “No doors registered an opening. No motion sensor activated.”
“The same kind of loop used at the lake cottage,” Anny says.
“And in the garden,” I add.
Ucker nods. “Someone knows the architecture of every security system connected to your family. I recommend moving both of you until I finish the sweep.”
Anny
