“If he still has that spare work key, your camera footage won’t keep him out.”

“Martinez is watching the front porch feed,” I said.

“A camera only records the damage,” Vance said.

“It doesn’t stop a man from walking in your front door.”

I looked at the picture of Brett with his drink in the hotel lounge.

He looked totally at ease.

He thought nobody could touch him.

He and Kendra both figured a soldier sitting in a metal box overseas would never find their private social media account.