Arthur Sterling knows that.”

I unbuckled my seatbelt, pushed the car door open, and stepped out onto the asphalt.

The autumn air hit my face, smelling of dry leaves and exhaust from the nearby highway.

I stood beside the passenger door, holding the metal frame with one hand while I opened the last screenshot.

It was a message Mark had sent Lauren on Tuesday evening, five minutes after she gave him the side door keypad code.

Vanessa checked the online listing photos, Mark had written.