Trent hesitated for a moment. She figured he was probably trying to decide if he was going to follow her subject change. “Someone broke into the yard last night and stole a bunch of tools, mulch, gravel, and some irrigation hose.”
“Oh, no. Trent, I’m so sorry.” She wiped her hands off with the napkin he’d provided and reached for his hand.
“I’m insured, so everything that was stolen can be replaced,” he said.
But there was something else in his tone that she didn’t understand. “Did something else happen?”
“No.” He shook his head and sighed, which wasn’t like him at all. “The police think it was an inside job.”
She gasped, her pizza completely forgotten. “Why?”
“I have a security camera set up outside the gate. Whoever it was knew exactly where it was and they were able to disable it
