I’d paid him out of our family home repair fund.

I’d given him a spare key to the front door so he could work while I was on duty.

He already knew how the house was laid out.

He already knew the security keypad in the garage.

“The visitor is the guy who redid our bathroom tile,” I said.

Vance looked at the construction website on the screen.

“So he was in your house before you deployed.”

“I let him into my home to fix a shower,” I said.