At 5 A.M., Security Called To Say My Sister Had Movers—So I Told Them To Let Her In

cameras high in the living room, angled toward the entryway and my desk. As he walked past, I mentally checked its field of view. It had him perfectly.

He did a quick half-hearted check of the recessed lights near the front door, touching the switch, glancing up as if looking for a problem.

Then, almost casually, he drifted toward my desk.

He asked if continue reading …