It’s déjà vu. That night, with Sullivan and Sean following behind, Tim staggers into his house after the performance to find the place looking like a victim of some hurricane. The intruders left no stone unturned or in this case, no books, magazines, clothes, cushions, literally everything unturned. There are no drawers, cupboards, or wardrobes that haven’t been turned inside-out. Tim looks around in a daze. He is about to reach for a vase that rolls down on the floor, when Sullivan stops him and grabs his cell phone.
“Don’t touch anything.” He steps ahead of Tim, dialing his phone. “Yeah. Jacob? Get our Crime Scene Unit to Gregory’s house, okay? They did it again. We need to know if it’s the same people.”
“I don’t know why it matters to find who did it. All you care about is the necklac
