Keeping his hands in his pockets like he’d been told to earlier, Juan scanned for the obvious things people would steal. His flat-screen TV was still there, though it had been knocked to the floor. His shoes crunched on broken glass as he walked into his bedroom. His nightstand had been ripped open, its drawers emptied; yet the delicate gold chain with the cross-shaped medallion—it had been his mother’s—lay on the floor. They hadn’t taken that either.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then his eyes widened. “The laptop I keep on my nightstand. I don’t see it.”

The officer nodded. “Laptops are easy to sell. Though…” His gaze settled on the golden cross. “It’s curious that they didn’t take the jewelry. That’s also easy to fence.” The man from the Arlington PD looked up at him and asked, “Have you talked with anyone you didn’t know recently, or noticed people in this complex that aren’t normally here?”

Juan shook his head. His throat felt dry and the cold was seeping through his jacket. “I don’t know what to tell you. I’ve only been in town for a few weeks, so everyone is new to me.”

Winslow’s voice sounded in his ear. “Juan, did you have anything we need to worry about on that laptop?”

Turning away from the officer, who was busily scribbling on his clipboard, Juan whispered, “No, I mostly had some games and audiobooks on it. Nothing work-related.”

“Listen to me, Juan. I’m going to call our security folks and make some arrangements. I don’t like what I’m hearing. Hold on a second, and let me make a quick call.”

As one of the officers walked past, Juan asked, “Can I pack up some clothes? I obviously can’t stay here tonight.”

The cop called out across the apartment, “Hey, Ed. Have you dusted the bedroom yet?”

“Ed” was wearing street clothes with an Arlington PD jacket, and had been dusting for fingerprints at the sink in the guest bathroom. “Yup, the bedroom’s been processed.”

The officer turned back to Juan. “Go ahead, sir.”

Juan was grabbing some shirts when Winslow’s voice came back in his ear piece. “Juan, Carl is on his way to pick you up. He’ll take you to the hotel you stayed at before. We have a corporate suite there, and it’s yours until we can confirm this wasn’t related to work.”

“Do you think it could be?”

“I don’t know. I’ll call the FBI tomorrow morning and see what they have to say. When Carl arrives, give him your car keys and he’ll arrange for your car to be waiting for you at the office.”

“Dr. Winslow, thanks for everything.”