Please read part 1 first. Thank you.

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I called our apartment office. Drat. No one’s there. They’ve closed for the day. At the end of the answering machine message, it gave a number for the emergency on-duty night manager. Is this an emergency? Screw it. It definitely is.

The night manager listened to my story and was baffled. During the day, he works on the maintenance crew, and they did not enter our apartment at all. But he said he would give the other guys a call, just to be safe, and call me back.

After he hung up, I decided to do an inventory of our apartment to make sure that nothing was missing.

Canon 50D? Check.
Xbox? Check.
Kirpi? Check.
Guitar? Check.
DVDs? Check. Well it looks like most of them are there, anyway.

My phone rang - it was the emergency on-duty night manager.  Absolutely no one on the apartment staff entered our apartment, he assured me. They log all of that stuff in a special book, plus they are required to leave a note if they have to enter unexpectantly.

“You can give the office a call in the morning to change your locks,” he told me.

Yes.  We were totally doing that.

Funnel got home a few minutes later. Together, we inspected the apartment – the moved chairs, the vacuum stripes. So bizarre.

We compiled our evidence. Here’s what we knew:

•  The apartment can only be locked by a key on the outside, and when I came home, it was locked. Therefore, the intruder had a key.

• Me, Funnel, my dad, and the apartment staff are the only ones with keys to the apartment. And my dad & mom are in South Carolina for the week.

• A company has been doing roof repairs on our buildings the last couple of weeks. We debated if this was a factor. Would they have been checking for ceiling damage? If so, it doesn’t make sense that they would vacuum – that’s not their job. Plus, they would have had to get a key from the apartment staff, and the apartment staff claims they know nothing about it.

Funnel determined it had to have something to do with the roofers.  Part of me believed it had to be some creepy guy with a fetish of vacuuming other people’s apartments in his underwear, or something like that.

((to be continued)).

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