Leilani watched the man standing outside her door. He looked vaguely familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
While Leilani observed him, the man was observing the apartment. He waited a few seconds, realizing there was no response. Suddenly, he looked up, glancing directly at the camera lens.
Even though they were separated by a door, that momentary eye contact made Leilani’s gaze harden. This man was testing to see if anyone was inside. If this were a simple burglary, would he need to be this cautious?
Something was wrong.
Leilani held her breath, making no sound.
Sure enough, seeing no reaction from inside, the man stopped ringing the doorbell. He pulled a long, slender tool from his pocket, bent down, and aligned it with the lock.
The sharp click of metal grinding against metal traveled clearly to Leilani’s ears.
Lock picking? She immediately took two steps back, grabbing a baseball bat from the entryway closet.
At the same time, she dialed 911, her eyes fixed on the door without blinking. The sound of the lock being manipulated continued.
The call connected quickly.
"This is Leilani Sloan, the owner of unit 1801, Building 7 at Celestial Heights. Someone is forcibly picking the lock to my home. The suspect is male, between 5'7" and 5'9". He’s wearing black clothes and a black hat, holding lock-picking tools. Based on the video feed, I believe he is armed. I am home alone. Please send officers immediately."

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