No obvious sign anyone had been there.
Magnum checked the kitchen.
“Bathroom clear,” Hodge called.
I looked back at Goldie.“Grab what you need.”
She nodded.“My bedroom.”
“I’ll come with you.”
She led me down the short hallway.The bedroom looked as neat as the rest of the apartment.
The bed was made.Books sat on the nightstand.A framed picture of two women smiled from the dresser.
“Sister?”I asked.
She smiled faintly.“Novalea.”
“You look alike.”
“I’ll tell her you said that.”
She opened the closet where rows of neatly hung clothes.She started pulling shirts off hangers and folding them onto the bed.
I wandered toward the desk beneath the window, and something felt off.
“You fit all your desk stuff in that backpack?”
She looked over her shoulder.“What?”
I pointed.
“Your desk.”
She walked over slowly.
At first, she looked confused.Then her expression changed.“No...”She stepped closer.“No.”
“What?”
“My planner.”
She touched an empty spot beside the monitor.“It was right here.”Her breathing quickened.“My work notebook...”Her hand moved to another spot.“My appointment calendar.”Another.“My external hard drive.”She looked at me.“I didn’t take those.”
“Was there important stuff in them?”I asked.
“I mean, yes, but not anything that someone would want to take.”She ran her fingers through her hair.“Someone was here.”
I looked around the room again.Nothing else appeared disturbed.
No drawers hanging open.
No broken locks.
No mattress flipped.
No clothes scattered.
