texts: Not from where I stand. </s> <s> It's not me you have to worry about. It's her.  She wants you dead, Jake. She wants you dead and she wants your money. </s> <s> What are you babbling about?
labels: Think about it.  How do you think I got in here?  Did you hear any glass break?  Did you hear a door splinter?  How did the evening end? After you went to bed did she linger a bit?  Maybe just long enough to leave the back door unlocked?  Is that what happened?