I Let My Stepdaughter Think She’d Taken Over My House

shined a penlight inside the frame, into the hollow space behind the decorative wood trim.

His shoulders stopped moving.

“What now?” the officer asked.

Pete didn’t answer right away. He reached in with needle-nose pliers and tugged.

Out came a strip of plastic. Thin. Cut from something rigid.

A hotel key card.

Not from our town. The logo on it was a little continue reading …