of his feet. Combative stance. “Nobody’s home there. If you’re a friend of the person who lives there, you should know that.”
“You a friend of hers?”
“I live across the street.” He gestured with his thumb. “We look out for each other around here.”
“Glad to hear it.” Eve pulled out her badge. “You know what happened here?”
“Yeah. Wait a sec.” He held up a hand, turned and called out to the woman in the doorway, “It’s okay, honey. They’re cops. Sort of figured you were,” he said when he turned back to them. “But I wanted to make sure. Couple of cops came by and talked to us already. Sorry about jumping on you. We’re all a little edgy right now.”
“No problem. Were you around last Thursday night?”
“We were home. We were right there across the street while . . . ” He stared hard at the Gannon house. “Jesus, it’s tough to think about. We knew Andrea, too. We’ve been to parties at Sam’s, and she and my wife did the girls’-night-out thing a couple times with friends. We were right across the street when this happened.”
“You knew Andrea Jacobs was staying here while Ms. Gannon was out of town?”
“My wife came over here the night before Sam left for her book tour deal—just to say goodbye, wish her luck, ask if she wanted us to feed the fish or anything. Sam told her Andrea would be around to take care of stuff.”
“Did you see or speak to her, to Andrea Jacobs, during the time Samantha Gannon was out of town?”
“Don’t think I saw her more than once. A quick wave across the street kind of thing. I leave the house about six-thirty most mornings. Hit the gym before the office. Wife’s out by eight. Andrea kept different hours, so I didn’t expect to see much of her. Never thought anything when I didn’t.”
“But you noticed us at the door tonight. Is that because of what happened, or do you usually keep an eye out?”
“I keep an eye. Not like an eagle,” he said with a half smile. “Just try to stay aware, you know. And you guys were sort of loitering there, you know?”
“Yeah.” Like someone might who was trying to lift the locks and bypass the alarm. “Have you noticed anyone who doesn’t belong? Did you see anyone at the door, or just hanging around the area in the last couple weeks?”
“Cops asked me the same thing before. I’ve thought and thought about it. I just didn’t. My wife either, because we’ve talked about it since we found out what happened. Haven’t talked about much else.”
He let out a long breath. “And last Thursday, my wife and I went to bed about ten. Watched some screen in the sack. I locked up right before we headed up. I’d’ve looked out. I always look out, just habit. But I didn’t see anything. Anyone. It’s terrible what happened. You’re not supposed to know people this happens to,” he said as he looked at the house. “Somebody else is supposed to know them.”
She knew them, Eve thought as she walked back to Roarke. She knew countless dead.
“See how long it takes,” she said to Roarke, and gestured toward the door.
“All right then.” He drew a small leather case out of his pocket, selected a tool. “You’ll take into consideration that I’ve not researched nor practiced on this particular system.” He crouched.
“Yeah, yeah. You get a handicap. I just want to reconstruct a possible scenario. I don’t think anybody casing this house would’ve gotten past Joe Gym across the street. Not if they spent any time in the neighborhood.”
“While you were talking to him, a half dozen people came to doors or windows and watched.”
“Yeah, I made that.”
“Still, if you were casing, you might walk by, take photos.” He straightened, opened the door. “And you might invest in a remote clone, if you could afford one.” While he spoke, he opened the security panel inside the door, interfaced a mini pocket unit to it and manually keyed in a command. “Dress differently, take another walk. You’d just need some patience. There, that’s done.”
“You said three or four minutes. That was under two.”
“I said someone with some skill. I didn’t say me. It’s a decent system, but Roarke Industries makes better.”
“I’ll give you a plug next time I talk to her. He went upstairs first.”
“Did he?”
“He went up first because if he wasn’t expecting anyone to come in, he’d have left the lights