Chapter 23

Ever since Eric bought the old building, someone had always been assigned to maintain it.

No stranger would randomly squat outside. And a real thief wouldn’t sit by the door smoking like an idiot.

I asked the nanny to install a peephole camera.

The next day, I saw the footage. A disheveled man… unshaven, slumped against the wall, smoking one cigarette after another, eyes empty.

Wesley.

I was about to tell the nanny to call the police when another figure appeared on the screen.

Kayla. Her eyes were swollen from crying.