The walk-in closet was neatly organized. The back wall was covered with shoe bins from floor to ceiling, each containing a pair of polished shoes. Each side of the closet had a rack with clothes hanging on it, suits and dress shirts mainly. I looked around the closet and the bedroom and found nothing unusual.

The bathroom was another matter.

Under the expensive porcelain sink with gold and brass fittings, there were three large jars of Vaseline, four tubes of K-Y lubrication jelly, and two large boxes of condoms.

The other two bedrooms were a lot like the larger one, only smaller. They were showroom-clean and decorated like ones seen in magazines. I made what I thought was a pretty thorough search of the rooms and then went back into the master suite.

Looking through Russ’s drawers was like shopping at Macy’s. Everything looked new, and there were several packages of underwear and socks and T-shirts that had never been opened.

I walked over and looked under the bed. It was spotless.

I was tempted to believe Russ Maddox might be a little on the obsessive-compulsive side, but I knew the dangers of rushing to judgement.

After finding nothing on the back side of the headboard and the mirror, I opened the two doors of the armoire, exposing a 32-inch television, VCR, and camcorder.

Beneath the shelf under the TV and VCR, there were several videotapes—movies ranging from The Sound of Music to Rocky.

I pulled a few of the tapes out of the boxes and popped a few of them into the VCR. They were what they appeared to be.

As I started to replace them, I noticed that behind them, lying on their sides, were four of the oversized Disney VHS boxes—Bambi, Dumbo, Beauty and the Beast, and The Lion King. I stood them up vertically alongside the other tapes and closed the armoire doors.

I started to leave the room, and then it hit me. Why would somebody as obsessive-compulsive as Maddox lay the Disney tapes horizontally behind the others?

At first, I had figured it was just because they were too tall to fit, but putting them back like the others disproved that. It also proved that there was room for them.

And why would a single, middle-aged man like Russ Maddox have Disney movies anyway?

I went back and opened the doors again and then the Disney boxes.

The labels on the tapes corresponded with the boxes, but they were typed homemade labels and not the printed labels that usually were affixed to tapes in the dubbing houses. Homemade labels would have made sense if the tapes were copied, but if they were copies they wouldn’t be in the Disney boxes.