“Well, ma’am, the side door is unlocked,” Officer Hale said.

“And there’s a white panel van backed up to your garage doors.”

“A panel van?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Officer Hale said, his tone steady and deliberate.

“They have a moving truck in the driveway, ma’am, and they seem pretty relaxed.”

Through the speaker, I could hear boot heels shifting on driveway gravel as he moved.

“Who is moving things?” I asked.

“There’s a man carrying a rolled-up area rug through your side entrance,” Hale said.