We documented the missing records and informed the lawyer.
She advised us to check the home’s access history and preserve any available security footage.
We had a camera at the front door, but it had only recently been installed.
The recording history went back thirty days.
Andrew opened the app.
A delivery driver appeared on the first day.
Then a neighbor.
Then Kayla, arriving with her suitcases.
He scrolled backward.
A man stood on the porch eight days before Kayla arrived.
Daniel.
He looked directly into the camera and smiled.
Not a nervous smile.
Not the expression of a man who believed he was doing something wrong.
It was the confident smile of someone who already knew how the story would end.
The clip showed Kayla opening the door and letting him inside.
Twenty-three minutes later, he left carrying nothing.
I watched it twice.
“Twenty-three minutes,” I whispered.
Andrew nodded.
