Though someone had clearly been to Sarah's flat. It was not just the open door, but also the stack of mail on the kitchen counter that had been shuffled. An electric bill had been placed on top of the stack, where she last remembered looking at a circular from the Outlet Mall. Ditto for the stack of magazines and paperwork on the coffee table; the corners were squared neatly, whereas Sarah was not usually that neat.
Who had done this and why? Sarah wondered.
Nothing seemed to be missing. Her little laptop was still sitting on the dining room table, open but intact, and the TV and other electronics were in their respective places, as well. She did not own much of value; anything joint stayed with Jack Brown her ex-husband, after the divorce, including the expensive furniture, and her ap
