The cops had tried to repair the lock on his door, but their attempt hadn’t been exactly successful. That lack of success made getting in much easier for her. She’d waited for night to fall once more. Waited to make sure all the cops had cleared out of the place. She wasn’t waiting any longer. Gabrielle tiptoed into the apartment. She didn’t turn on any lights. Lights would be seen from the street below, and she wasn’t about to advertise her B&E stint. So instead of turning on the overhead lights, Gabrielle pulled out a small flashlight. She crept carefully through the apartment. Her first stop was the desk near the kitchen. She opened the top drawer. Empty. The second drawer— Empty. The third— Totally cleaned out. Her eyes narrowed. There had been a computer on that desk last night.
