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Miles kept his face blank. “Any sign of forced entry?”

“No.” TJ shook his head as he spoke. “That’s part of why I don’t want it turning into a thing. If someone broke in, we handle it. If it’s something else, we handle it differently.”

Miles watched him. “What’s the something else?”

TJ held Miles’ gaze for a second. “That Tanner’s back.”

The words hit hard, mostly because Miles hadn’t expected them to. He’d heard the name, of course. In a town like Robinson, you couldn’t grow up here or work here without hearing it. But it wasn’t a name people said often anymore. It came up now and then, usually when someone drove past the old house and made a comment about it being empty.

Miles leaned back in the chair. “You’re sure?”

TJ opened the folder and slid a sheet across the desk. It was Dee’s call log. Short notes. Time. Mrs. Hemsworth’s name. A line that read: door not shut properly, not locked, things moved. Another line underneath: caller withdrew. said mistake. appeared nervous.

“She recognized him,” TJ said.

Miles read it again. “She actually saw him? We know for certain it’s him?”

“She’s lived across from that house for as long as I’ve been wearing a badge. I think she suspected a break in, investigated and found Tanner. She called later to say it was a mistake.”

Miles put the paper down. “If it is him, then when did he get back?”

“Last night, or early this morning would be my guess. She saw the door…” TJ shrugged.

Miles stared at the folder. “Why would he come back now?”

“That’s what I want to know.”

Miles paused, his eyes going over what Dee had written again. TJ didn’t say anything else, which told Miles he was choosing what to say and what to keep to himself.

Miles asked, “What’s the history, exactly? I know what people have said over the years.”

TJ sat back and blew out his breath. “You know his parents died. You know he left. That’s what people say like that’s the whole story.” TJ rubbed his jaw as he stared off for a few seconds. “Tanner was sixteen and Savannah was a baby. His folks died in that car wreck. He had no one. No close family in town. CPS was involved fast because there wasn’t another adult in the house. People started showing up, asking questions, trying to help in the way people do.”

Miles nodded. He’d seen that play out more than once. “Yeah.”

TJ nodded. “Tanner didn’t want help. Not the kind that involved foster placement. He’d been doing alright before that. A quiet kid. Kept his head down. Worked odd jobs to help his parents. He was stubborn as hell.” TJ’s eyes narrowed. “Then one day he and Savannah were just gone. The house was locked up. School tried calling.” TJ shook his head. “Nobody had a clue where they’d gone.”

Miles listened without interrupting. He could hear what TJ wasn’t saying: the town had filled in the blanks like small towns did. The gossip mill running overtime.

“And the house has been empty since?” Miles asked.

“Yeah,” TJ replied. “Utilities were shut off eventually. Taxes got complicated. It’s been sitting for years. That house is basically a story people tell now.”

Miles exhaled. “So, if he’s inside… he had a key?”

“Could have,” TJ said. “Or he forced it but there’s no obvious damage. Either way, I don’t want two patrol cars and half the street watching him get walked out in cuffs. Not if it is him.”

Miles’ gaze narrowed. “You want me to go alone.”

“I do.” TJ nodded, his eyes fixed on Miles’. “And I want you to be smart about it.”

Miles sat forward. “What are we talking about here. Trespass?”

“It’s his house, Miles. Not legally clear-cut anymore, but it’s not the same as someone breaking into a stranger’s place. That’s why I’m not treating it like a burglary call until we know what’s going on.”

Miles nodded. “Any mention of anyone else inside other than Tanner? What about the girl, Savannah?”

TJ opened the folder again and pulled out another sheet. This one had been printed from the system. A short note from Dee, time-stamped after the second call.