“Put them back on the rod this minute.”

Harper let the hangers drop onto the bed frame with a metallic clatter.

She turned her head, narrowing her eyes as she took in my work boots.

“Dad gave me the spare front door key an hour ago,” Harper said, her voice flat and quick.

“And he gave Julian the master key set for the upstairs hall.”

I looked past her shoulder at the brass latch on the bedroom door frame.

The painted wood around the strike plate had fresh scratches, and tiny curls of white enamel lay on the floorboards where some tool had worked at the lock.