The bedroom was dead silent, the heavy gray blackout curtains drawn halfway back to let in the pale winter light from the driveway.

Trevor’s unzipped leather coat lay thrown across the foot of the king-size bed.

On the cherrywood nightstand on his side of the bed, his gold wristwatch sat right on top of a folded hardware store receipt.

Next to the watch stood two tall glass bottles of his pricey sandalwood cologne.

Tucked into the thin shadow right behind the second bottle was a small wooden handle fixed to a rectangular rubber block.

I went over to the nightstand and lifted the wooden handle into the dim morning light.