Nothing.

“Open this door!” he shouted at the manager.

A locksmith my team had waiting in the stairwell stepped out and calmly turned the new deadbolt, letting the officers escort Ian in to collect the personal items the law allowed him.

Chapter 24 — The Empty Room

The heavy door swung open, and Ian made a sound — a thin, hollow intake of breath.

Three thousand square feet of penthouse stood cavernous and bare.