“Every second of it,” I said. “They cleared the pantry, the refrigerator, even the backup cans in the nursery closet.”
“Keep downloading,” Julian said. “Do not touch the files until they are secure on a separate drive.”
On the screen, Mark laughed as he zipped the second cooler shut. He tapped his phone screen with his thumb, then nodded to Eleanor.
They walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving the apartment dark and empty.
My phone rang five minutes after the video finished transferring. The caller ID showed my mother’s name.
I slid the bar to answer.
“David,” Eleanor said. Her voice was sharp and fast, carrying the background noise of wind and distant Miami traffic. “Why is my card declined at the hotel front desk?”
“Because I froze the account,” I said.
“You will unfreeze it this instant,” she said. “We are trying to check out. The manager is being incredibly difficult.”
