My husband said he had lost the spare key to our house, so I changed the locks. The locksmith called back before finishing and asked whether I knew a second key had been copied twelve times. He showed me the log from the hardware store. Every copy was labeled with a different first name, but the same address. I recognized two names from our daughter’s school and one from my mother’s nursing home. My husband said it was a safety plan. Then our doorbell camera sent an alert from inside the house while we were both standing in the driveway. The locksmith looked at the screen and asked, “Who else has your key…”
PART 1 Arthur looked genuinely bothered when he came into the kitchen on a Tuesday morning and told...
