That earned him another eye roll.“Confident much?”
“Occupational hazard.”
We started toward the table.Magnum and Hodge were already giving Twister a rundown about my apartment.
“...place looked untouched,” Magnum was saying.“But it wasn’t.”
Hodge folded his arms.“They knew exactly what they wanted.”
Twister’s attention shifted to me.“Anything else missing?”
I thought about it.Really thought.“My jewelry was still there.”
Tempi looked surprised.“They didn’t take it?”
I shook my head.“My TV’s still there.Laptop charger.Kitchen stuff.”
“What about money?”Swift asked.
“I had cash in my nightstand.”
“You check?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“It was still there.”
Nobody spoke for a second.
“They weren’t stealing,” Magnum finally said.
“They were collecting.”
Twister nodded once before looking back at me.“So nothing else?”
“Not that I noticed.”
Tempi leaned forward.“Did they take anything important?”
I pursed my lips and squinted toward the sidewalk.“Not really.”
Everyone looked confused.
“It was important to me,” I clarified, “but it wasn’t anything connected to what I found over the last couple of months.”
Twister leaned forward.
“Meaning?”
“They took my planner.My inspection notebook.My work calendar.My flash drives.My hard drives.”I looked at him.“But none of the evidence.Not the second copies I had of everything.”
His eyebrows rose slightly.“You didn’t keep it there?”
“No.”A hint of satisfaction crept into my voice.“I made a second set of copies.”
Swift gave a short laugh.“Smart.”
