The time still said 8:42 AM.

The side door had been locked at 8:47, and nobody had used the code since.

Rachel’s car keys clicked against her palm.

“Diane.”

I opened the app one more time.

The small gray letters stayed exactly where they were.

LAUREN CODE.

I set my styrofoam coffee cup down on Rachel’s kitchen counter, right beside her yellow notepad and her half-finished grocery list for her birthday dinner.