Nobody entered any building alone and everyone reported anything unusual.
I found myself comparing the renovation plans against the current layout while Casey marked locations already cleared and he looked toward me.
“You’ve got a good eye for patterns.” Casey said.
“My mother taught me to look twice.” I smiled faintly.
“She wouldn’t made a good investigator.” Casey said.
I looked down at the journals tucked beneath my arm.
“I think she already was.” I said.
Several hours later Casey suddenly stopped beside one second of the blueprint.
“What?” I asked and he pointed toward a narrow storage room.
“This measurement doesn’t matter.” He said and Blade stepped over.
“What do you mean?” Blade asked.
“The renovation records say this wall was extended. But the original plans
