He adjusted his gold wristwatch twice, pulling the metal link band snug against his wrist before he looked through the glass.

“You walked out on this residence for five weeks, Valerie,” Trevor said through the glass.

“The locks have been changed.”

“I was in Munich on a sixty-day corporate structural engineering contract you pressured me into taking,” I said.

“Open this door right now.”

“You chose to stay overseas while family property matters were taken care of,” he said, his voice flat and smooth.

“Any collection of personal belongings will have to be arranged through legal representatives.”