“Where?” I asked.

“I saw him shove another envelope under the driver’s seat before he went into the church,” Paige said.

What was in the second envelope Seth had left on his truck dashboard?

“We stick to his clothes and his tools,” I said.

“Nothing else.”

The apartment buzzer sounded from the entryway downstairs.

Paige went to the intercom on the wall while I taped the second box shut.

“It’s the locksmith,” Paige called from the hallway.