A yawn escapes Michael’s mouth. He shakes it off and finishes his task. With everything safety hidden behind the re-closed panel, he heads for the office door. Just before he exits, he takes a quick half-step back to pick up a wallet and wedding ring sitting on a nearby book stand. He slips the wallet into his pocket, and glides the ring back onto his finger with a smile.

Back up the stairs and on the brownstone’s main floor, he heads down the hallway to the kitchen, calling out as he nears.