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The house changed within twenty minutes.
The front gate locked completely. Two additional security vehicles arrived and parked beyond the main drive. Exterior lights came on around the entire property, turning the garden and walls bright enough to remove almost every shadow.
Men moved between cameras, gates, and entrances while speaking into radios.
Allie stood in the kitchen watching through the window.
I closed the curtains.
She flinched at the sudden movement.
“Sorry,” I said.
“No. It’s fine.”
It was not fine.
Nothing about this was fine.
The photographs remained open on my phone.
My front gate.
The side wall.
The guest room window.
Whoever had taken them had been close enough to study the property.
Close enough to know which room Allie used.
I called the security
