Page 50 of Guess Again

Beaver Dam, Wisconsin Tuesday, July 29, 2025

THE WINDOW OF BLAKE CORDIS’S HOME OPENED WITHOUT PROTEST.

There was no reason to lock the house.

The chance that a random intruder would find their way to his cottage, which was situated in the middle of Prescott Estates, was a statistical improbability since there had never been a reported burglary on the grounds.

Still, out of habit, Blake usually locked the front door.

So, she had made sure to unlock this window the last time she was at the cottage to see him. She climbed through the window, carrying with her a Callaway 9-iron golf club, and headed straight for his office.

Sitting behind the desk, she logged onto Blake’s computer.

It took just a minute to access the internal links and get to the guts of the device.

Ten minutes more and she had what she needed, and after another ten she had the computer set and organized.

She skipped a dramatic exit out the window, choosing instead to leave through the front door.

But before she did, she opened the closet in the front foyer and placed the 9-iron in the back corner. She grabbed a package of Saratoga 120 cigarettes off the coffee table on the way out, caring little if Blake Cordis questioned why his front door was unlocked when he returned home from work.