"Uh-uh. I just showed up to bring him dinner. Poor guy was miserable over you." She'd tried to comfort him and he'd kicked her out.

Soprano snapped her fingers. "Hey, check the cameras. There's one for the front door and one for the back alley, he uses them to check who's trying to get in. If someone came through before he could dump the last set of recordings they might still be there." She pulled an iPad off the closet shelf and started poking in Meister's password. He'd hooked it up so he wouldn't even have to get out of bed to see who'd come to pay him a call.