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I gave her a wave. “Wow, they came out great.”
She grinned. “Wait until you taste them.”
“I’m looking forward to it. Uhm, quick question?”
She wiped her hands on her apron. “Sure. What do you need?”
I shifted my legs and lifted my shoulders. “Did anyone come over last night while we were at the premiere?”
She paused to think. “Hmm, no one while I was awake. Rick worked overnight, he might know. Did something happen?” Her expression turned concerned.
“No. Not really. I misplaced something.” I chewed on my bottom lip.
“Well, Zane has cameras in the security room? He can double-check.”
“Great idea. I’ll go talk to him.”
I left the kitchen and headed to the office where the security guards went to on the bottom floor. Zane had a cup of coffee in his hand behind a desk. Before him there was a wall of camera screens that displayed every room except our bedroom.
“Hey, Zane.”
He put down his coffee. “Hello. Do you need to go somewhere?”
I glanced at the television screens. “No. I’m wondering if you can check something for me?”
“Sure, what do you need?”
“I’ve misplaced some papers, and I’d like to double-check if someone stopped in.”
He frowned. “Rick didn’t mention anyone this morning. However, we can check all the footage from last night if you want?”
I nodded. “Yes, I would. Thank you.”
He left a space for me next to him around the desk, and I leaned against it as he replayed the video of all the corridors last night. It showed Cassidy and me leaving the house with Isla for the festival, Zane doing a security sweep, and Maggie putting out fresh linens. We checked the garage next. A cat ran past a row of cars.
Zane rubbed his chin. “I have no idea how that cat got in.”
“Cats do that,” I muttered.
Then I saw Rick take over from Zane and quickly walk through every room before returning to the security office. He had nothing in his hands. The recordings continued for more hours until the morning when I saw myself going into the studio and rushing downstairs.
I frowned. “I don’t understand. I had papers with me yesterday, and they’re missing.”
“Do you want me to search with you?” Zane offered.
I rubbed my neck. “Yes, please.”
Zane immediately went upstairs with me and searched. His check was much more thorough. He went under the beds and around bookcases. However, just like me, he found nothing.
“I’m going to go through all the tapes again and check the phone logs. I’ll also speak with all the staff. It’s not over,” Zane said when he finished.
I blew out my breath, relieved Zane took it seriously. “Thank you.”
Cassidy walked in, already dressed and with her bag. She had a four-hour drive ahead of her to make it in time for her late afternoon class.
“You don’t have time for breakfast?”
“Nope. Maggie’s making me a to-go pasty bag,” she said, smiling.