“She went up the elevator,” Luis said.

“She was only up there for about fifteen minutes.”

“Then she left in a hurry.”

My spare key.

I kept a spare key in a magnetic box under the fire extinguisher in the hallway.

She knew about it.

She must have come in to find my recent bank statements to get the account numbers.

“Luis, can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Can you pull the security footage from the hallway outside my door for yesterday morning?”

“I need to see exactly what time she entered and left.”

“Of course, Mr. Collins,” Luis said.

“I will have to download it to a flash drive for you.”

“It might take me an hour.”

“That is fine,” I said.

“Please don’t mention this to anyone.”

“Understood,” Luis said.

I hung up the phone.

The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, and the picture was uglier than I had imagined.

My own family had treated my hard work as their personal reserve fund.

I looked at the sticky note with the investigator’s number.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed.