She walked past me into the living room, holding the phone steady at eye level.

“It’s Wednesday, late fall, two fifteen p.m.,” Paige said clearly into the microphone.

“We’re doing a full apartment condition and key check for unit 4B on Elm Street.”

Paige slowly panned the camera across the hardwood floors, the painted baseboards, and the clean kitchen counters.

She walked into the bedroom, filming the empty closet shelves, the spotless walls, and the undamaged window blinds.

In the hallway, she zoomed in on the keys lying on the dining table, counting them out loud for the recording.