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Claire follows my gaze.

Her expression softens when she sees her daughter.

Then she looks back at me.

“It was a little after eleven.”

“Where was Sophie?”

“Asleep.”

“You?”

“Downstairs.”

“Doing what?”

“Working.”

“What kind of work?”

“Cole.”

“I need details.”

“I was reviewing financial statements for a client.”

“You work from home?”

“Most of the time.”

“What did you hear?”

She takes a breath.

“The back door.”

“Break?”

“No.”

That gets my attention.

“What do you mean, no?”

“It opened.”

The room goes quiet.

Wolf stops talking to Trigger near the bar.

Doc looks at Claire.

Ace turns from the window.

I lean forward.

“Was it locked?”