At 3:17 A.M., Police Told Me My Husband Was Dead—But He Was Sleeping Beside Me

“You know enough to know your consent was manipulated.”

I cried.

That was the point.

I did not need to authenticate every breakfast.

PART 28 — THE FINGERPRINT LOG

Profile Three opened the apartment forty-seven times.

But forty-seven entries did not mean forty-seven impersonations.

Sometimes Nicolai entered for meetings.

Sometimes Julian was present.

Sometimes no one was home.