He reached into his jacket and took out a small black marker.

“Did my father tell you to open this panel?” I asked.

“Arthur asked me to make sure the property doesn’t fall into foreclosure,” Julian said.

He drew a thick red line across the breaker switch marked Basement Sub-Feed.

“I locked the basement deadbolt before David shipped out,” I said.

Julian smiled, a quick twitch of the mouth that never reached his cold eyes.

“A house like this always has more than one way in,” he said.