The next morning, I woke before the alarm because I heard June crying in her sleep.<\/p>\n
Her voice was small and tangled in whatever dream had trapped her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I\u2019m staying with Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I reached her bed before she fully woke.<\/p>\n
She sat upright, hair stuck across her cheek, breathing too fast.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m here,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Her eyes found mine.<\/p>\n
For a few seconds, she looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
Then she wrapped both arms around my waist.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad come back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer had once sounded simple.<\/p>\n
Now nothing about Vaughn felt simple.<\/p>\n
I stayed with her until her breathing settled, then checked on Emmett. He was awake, staring at the ceiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard her?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to talk?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat at the edge of his bed anyway.<\/p>\n
After a while, he said, \u201cIf he bought insurance on us, does that mean he wanted us dead?\u201d<\/p>\n
There are questions children should never have to ask.<\/p>\n
There are answers mothers should never have to consider.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know what he intended.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it\u2019s true.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned his face toward the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hate not knowing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled the blanket higher.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen adults say they don\u2019t know, sometimes they already know and just don\u2019t want to say it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat happens.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you doing that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He watched my face for a long moment.<\/p>\n
Then he nodded once.<\/p>\n
That was the trust Vaughn had nearly destroyed\u2014not only the children\u2019s trust in him, but their trust in every answer an adult gave them.<\/p>\n
At eight fifteen, Denise arrived with coffee and a legal pad.<\/p>\n
Detective Ortiz came shortly after.<\/p>\n
She carried a folder thick enough to change the shape of the morning.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe confirmed both children were listed on separate life-insurance applications,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
I did not touch the coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat amounts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo hundred fifty thousand each.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was the beneficiary?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWere the policies issued?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne was.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich child?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmmett.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune\u2019s application was pending because the insurer requested additional medical information.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat medical information?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz turned the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe application claimed she had a congenital heart condition.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe contacted her pediatrician with your authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood so abruptly the chair legs scraped the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would he say she had a heart condition?\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly to justify future medical complications.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean to make something look natural.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s one possibility,\u201d Ortiz said. \u201cNot the only one.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered Vaughn standing in our kitchen telling June she could glue her shoes.<\/p>\n
I remembered him refusing to buy fruit.<\/p>\n
I remembered him taking photographs.<\/p>\n
Every memory now carried a second shadow.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho signed the application?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz slid it toward me.<\/p>\n
My name.<\/p>\n
My forged signature.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Vaughn\u2019s signature.<\/p>\n
And beneath that, the name of a witness.<\/p>\n
Dr. Adrian Bell.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never heard of him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz had.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is not a practicing physician.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis medical license was revoked nine years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrescription fraud.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise stared at the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did Vaughn know him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what we\u2019re working on.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz turned to another document.<\/p>\n
The insurer had received a medical summary supposedly from June\u2019s pediatric clinic.<\/p>\n
It described fainting episodes, heart palpitations, and an abnormal rhythm.<\/p>\n
None of it had happened.<\/p>\n
The letterhead was convincing.<\/p>\n
The signature was not.<\/p>\n
June\u2019s actual pediatrician was Dr. Priya Shah.<\/p>\n
The document was signed by Dr. Adrian Bell.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe invented her condition,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz did not soften the answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to determine whether Vaughn was building a history that could later explain something happening to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed both hands against the table.<\/p>\n
Denise said my name.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was not.<\/p>\n
But June was eating cereal twenty feet away, and I refused to let her hear this.<\/p>\n
Ortiz lowered her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course there was.<\/p>\n
There had been more every time.<\/p>\n
Investigators had discovered a second bank account under Vaughn\u2019s legal name, Victor Ellis.<\/p>\n
Not his business account.<\/p>\n
Not our joint account.<\/p>\n
A private account.<\/p>\n
It had received deposits connected to Harold Finch.<\/p>\n
Small transfers at first.<\/p>\n
Then larger amounts.<\/p>\n
One transfer came two days after the children\u2019s savings were emptied.<\/p>\n
Nine thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Another came from a company called Meridian Family Holdings.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho owns that?\u201d Denise asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re tracing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz flipped another page.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut this caught our attention.\u201d<\/p>\n
A withdrawal of thirty-two thousand dollars had been made three months earlier.<\/p>\n
Cashier\u2019s check.<\/p>\n
Payable to a private school in Costa Rica.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe school says the application wasn\u2019t for June or Emmett.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA child named Noah Stanton.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle\u2019s last name.<\/p>\n
My mind caught up slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has a son?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cEight years old.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had seen photographs of Brielle in the apartment.<\/p>\n
Flowers.<\/p>\n
Earrings.<\/p>\n
Wine glasses.<\/p>\n
A staged life.<\/p>\n
Never a child.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Brielle\u2019s mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Vaughn paid for his school?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Denise.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither answered.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Brielle\u2019s attorney.<\/p>\n
Denise took the call on speaker.<\/p>\n
Brielle wanted to speak with me.<\/p>\n
Denise immediately said no.<\/p>\n
Then the attorney added, \u201cShe has information about Noah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour choice.\u201d<\/p>\n
I agreed.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later, Brielle appeared on a secure video call from the county detention facility.<\/p>\n
Without makeup and jewelry, she looked younger.<\/p>\n
More frightened.<\/p>\n
She began crying before she spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know he had insurance on your kids.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me about Noah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her crying stopped.<\/p>\n
She stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn paid thirty-two thousand dollars to a school in Costa Rica.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said it was for later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor later what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted Noah out of the country.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter we left for Belize.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were taking your son too?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word came quickly.<\/p>\n
Too quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was supposed to join us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter what?\u201d<\/p>\n
She lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter things settled.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cSettled how?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle wiped her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn said Celia was going to disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDisappear?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said you planned to run away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what he told you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd later?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle began shaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cLater he said maybe you would have an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
I heard Ortiz\u2019s pen stop moving.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stayed with him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou helped him forge my signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me you were dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou entered my workplace.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said we needed proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou changed my bank account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought he needed the money for the divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nearly ended the call.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cNoah is why I started asking questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn started talking about all of us living together. Him. Me. Noah. Your children.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy children?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said they would become mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said once you were gone, I could adopt them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he say what would happen to Ms. Ellis?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle looked into the camera.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said I should learn not to ask questions that had expensive answers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood the phrase immediately.<\/p>\n
So did Ortiz.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed with Noah?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn started saying Noah was a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of problem?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has asthma.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was not what I expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe carries an inhaler?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would that matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Vaughn hated it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle\u2019s voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said Noah was weak.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of June\u2019s fake heart condition.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Vaughn take out insurance on Noah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll check.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle began speaking faster.<\/p>\n
\u201cVaughn asked me to get Noah\u2019s medical records. He said the school needed them. Then he told me not to send the real ones.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted paperwork showing Noah had a more serious lung condition.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every part of me went cold.<\/p>\n
Three children.<\/p>\n
Three false medical histories.<\/p>\n
Maybe.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cDid Adrian Bell prepare anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know Adrian?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz and Denise exchanged a look.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you meet him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt Vaughn\u2019s office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat office?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis second office.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt something shift.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat second office?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe warehouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
We knew Vaughn rented storage space.<\/p>\n
We knew about his delivery business.<\/p>\n
We did not know about a warehouse.<\/p>\n
Brielle gave Ortiz the address.<\/p>\n
It sat outside the city limits near an industrial district.<\/p>\n
Vaughn had referred to it as a backup dispatch location.<\/p>\n
Brielle had been there twice.<\/p>\n
She said Adrian Bell kept files there.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of files?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMedical forms. Insurance forms. Copies of IDs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz was already texting another detective.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho else used the warehouse?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Harold Finch?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brielle hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow often?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than Vaughn admitted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she added something none of us expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarold brought women there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat women?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClients?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Vaughn called them candidates.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word changed the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cCandidates for what?\u201d Denise asked.<\/p>\n
Brielle shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
But her face said she had guessed.<\/p>\n
Ortiz ended the call and requested a warrant.<\/p>\n
While she waited, Denise and I reviewed everything we already had.<\/p>\n
Rachel.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
June.<\/p>\n
Emmett.<\/p>\n
Noah.<\/p>\n
Different people, same patterns.<\/p>\n
Insurance.<\/p>\n
Medical paperwork.<\/p>\n
Isolation.<\/p>\n
False histories.<\/p>\n
Financial pressure.<\/p>\n
International travel.<\/p>\n
And always Harold nearby.<\/p>\n
At noon, Ortiz received approval.<\/p>\n
By one thirty, police entered the warehouse.<\/p>\n
She called me from inside.<\/p>\n
Her voice sounded different.<\/p>\n
Controlled.<\/p>\n
Careful.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found files.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cOrtiz.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-seven people?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-seven women.\u201d<\/p>\n
Denise stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat dates?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGoing back fourteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before Rachel.<\/p>\n
Before Vaughn and I ever met.<\/p>\n
Some files contained identification documents.<\/p>\n
Others included insurance quotes.<\/p>\n
Medical information.<\/p>\n
Employment schedules.<\/p>\n
Divorce records.<\/p>\n
Travel itineraries.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Several women had red marks across their names.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
One file carried my name.<\/p>\n
Celia Ellis.<\/p>\n
Inside it were copies of my license, Social Security card, work schedule, medical records, and photographs.<\/p>\n
There was a page titled VARIABLES.<\/p>\n
Under it, someone had listed:<\/p>\n
Night work.<\/p>\n
Limited family.<\/p>\n
Financial dependence.<\/p>\n
No firearm.<\/p>\n
Children.<\/p>\n
Trusting.<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
Another page was titled LEVERAGE.<\/p>\n
It listed my mother\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
My job.<\/p>\n
The children\u2019s savings.<\/p>\n
Emmett\u2019s fear of disappointing Vaughn.<\/p>\n
June\u2019s attachment to her father.<\/p>\n
They had turned my family into data.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho wrote this?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need handwriting analysis.\u201d<\/p>\n
I already knew.<\/p>\n
Harold.<\/p>\n
He thought like a lawyer.<\/p>\n
Vaughn thought like a predator.<\/p>\n
Together they had catalogued vulnerability.<\/p>\n
Then Ortiz said, \u201cThere\u2019s another section.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOutcomes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She began reading names.<\/p>\n
Rachel Mercer.<\/p>\n
Dead.<\/p>\n
Mara Jensen.<\/p>\n
Missing.<\/p>\n
Angela Pike.<\/p>\n
Accidental overdose.<\/p>\n
Danielle Rios.<\/p>\n
Relocated.<\/p>\n
Stephanie Moss.<\/p>\n
Unknown.<\/p>\n
Five women.<\/p>\n
Five files marked red.<\/p>\n
\u201cWere all of them connected to Vaughn?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re checking.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the kitchen wall.<\/p>\n
The story had become larger than our marriage.<\/p>\n
Larger than Rachel.<\/p>\n
Perhaps much larger.<\/p>\n
Then Ortiz opened one last file.<\/p>\n
\u201cNoah Stanton.\u201d<\/p>\n
A child.<\/p>\n
Not a woman.<\/p>\n
His file contained medical documents.<\/p>\n
Insurance inquiries.<\/p>\n
A school application.<\/p>\n
And a photograph taken two weeks earlier.<\/p>\n
Noah stood outside his grandmother\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
Someone had circled the inhaler in his hand.<\/p>\n
Below the photograph, in Vaughn\u2019s handwriting, were four words.<\/p>\n
CHANGE OF PLAN REQUIRED.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, police moved Noah and his grandmother to a protected location.<\/p>\n
Brielle was informed.<\/p>\n
She sobbed so violently her attorney ended the call.<\/p>\n
I sat at our table long after everyone left.<\/p>\n
Emmett entered quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sat across from me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWorse than before?\u201d<\/p>\n
I considered lying.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered what he had said.<\/p>\n
Adults sometimes know and refuse to answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre we safe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTonight, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated myself for that word.<\/p>\n
I reached across the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople are protecting us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho protects us from police if somebody like Harold knows them?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question cut deeper than he understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emmett stared at my hand.<\/p>\n
Then slowly placed his hand over it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe keep telling the truth, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven when it gets worse?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That night, Detective Ortiz called again.<\/p>\n
They had searched Adrian Bell\u2019s apartment.<\/p>\n
He was gone.<\/p>\n
His phone was off.<\/p>\n
His car remained in the garage.<\/p>\n
Inside his bedroom, police found cash, forged medical seals, and an airline ticket.<\/p>\n
Departure had been scheduled for that morning.<\/p>\n
He had not used it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did he go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas there anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ortiz paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cA photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was taken yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Yesterday.<\/p>\n
After Vaughn and Harold were arrested.<\/p>\n
After police believed the central players were contained.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOutside your building.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the curtains.<\/p>\n
Ortiz said, \u201cCelia, listen to me carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake the children into the bathroom. Lock the door.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse began hammering.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe checked the building camera.\u201d<\/p>\n
A sound came from the hallway.<\/p>\n
Not a knock.<\/p>\n
A key turning.<\/p>\n
Ortiz heard it through the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cCelia?\u201d<\/p>\n
My apartment door opened.<\/p>\n
Someone had a key.<\/p>\n
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