The room had been entered.
Not ransacked. Not turned over. Someone who did that kind of thing badly left chaos behind and expected fear to do the rest. This was the opposite. This was someone who was good at it, who understood that the most unsettling entry was the one that left everything almost exactly as it had been. Almost. The drawer beside the bed, an inch open. My laptop on the desk, angled differently than I had left it. The chair by the window shifted just enough that I would notice, if I was the kind of person who noticed things.
I was exactly that kind of person.
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me and stood still for a moment. The room was quiet. The city hummed outside the window, twenty-three floors down, completely unconcerned.
Nothing was missing. I checked.
