The work order listed my father’s name.

Richard Keane.

My father hadn’t merely helped Paige enter the apartment.

He’d planned to make it difficult for me to regain access.

The agent examined the paperwork.

My father looked away.

I said quietly:

“Dad, you were going to change the locks on a home you don’t own.”

He didn’t answer.

Then the agent mentioned a storage unit.

Unit 14B.

For the first time, Dad looked genuinely frightened.

Unit 14B was located in a storage facility near my parents’ house.

I’d discovered its significance after Dad accidentally forwarded me a receipt.

The invoice included charges for document scanning, private shredding, and after-hours access.

That was unusual enough for me to ask my attorney to investigate through lawful channels.

The records we obtained raised serious concerns.

Someone had been preparing documents that suggested Paige had permission to occupy my penthouse.