I swiped my thumb across the glass, opening the security log.

The IP address accessing my local server belonged to a mobile device.

It was the ruggedized tablet Harris carried in his tactical vest.

“He’s downloading my personal server,” I said. “Everything is on there.”

Vance looked toward the basement door at the far end of the kitchen.

The door was painted a flat, matte black to match the cabinets.

It was slightly ajar, showing a thin sliver of darkness.

“Stay here,” Vance said, his tone shifting from helpful to cautious.

“He has a gun, Officer,” I said. “And he is not here to help you.”

Vance pulled his service weapon from its holster.

He kept it pointed at the floor as he moved toward the black door.

My sneakers crunched on the broken glass as I followed him.

“Ma’am, I told you to stay back,” Vance whispered.

“It’s my house,” I said. “And I know how to lock him in.”

I tapped my phone screen twice, accessing the smart-home override.

The basement door was equipped with a heavy magnetic lock.