“We Need Your Apartment For The Weekend,” She Texted—Without Asking

She tried again. Denied. A third time. Too many attempts. Lockout enabled.

Megan slapped the door with her palm. “OPEN IT!”

I called building security. Ron arrived within minutes, calm face, badge clipped to his jacket.

Megan spun toward him. “This is my brother’s apartment. The lock is malfunctioning.”

Ron’s eyes flicked to the camera. “Ma’am, the unit continue reading …