The man first knocked on the door normally. A moment later, his expression turned furtive. He glanced left and right, and after confirming no one was around, he reached into his pocket and began to fumble for something.
Stella Sterling didn't even need to watch to guess what he was up to.
Sure enough, he pulled out a set of lock-picking tools and proceeded to study her front door for a good while.
Stella Sterling watched as if it were a show, sneering inwardly.
'Looks like quite a few people noticed I didn't come home last night,' she thought. 'Just one night away, and someone's already getting ideas.'
'And isn't this supposed to be a high-end apartment complex? Why do so many people know these kinds of shady skills?'
It was a good thing she had replaced the door. Not only was it solid and reliable—even a standard bomb couldn't blast it open—but the lock was military-grade. It couldn't be opened by just anyone with a little lock-picking knowledge.
