Nora Scott's lock-picking skills had been faithfully passed down from Antonio Easton. In less than ten seconds, she picked the lock as quickly as if she had used a key, making it difficult for any passing neighbors to notice anything unusual.
She pushed the door open.
Perhaps because Paula Loughton was at home, unexpectedly, the entrance and living room were fairly tidy. Although there were few items, they were neatly arranged, and the floor was clean.
There was no one in the living room.
Nora Scott walked in openly.
Rosie Sullivan followed closely, putting away her usual relaxed demeanor. She appeared calm, but was actually fully on alert.
"The bedroom."
Nora Scott tilted her chin, her gaze landing on a door.
Rosie nodded and silently walked straight to the bedroom.
Sweeping her eyes over the living room, Nora frowned at the worn-out sofa, grabbed a chair from the dining table, placed it in a spacious area, and sat down.
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