I stand at the foot of the massive wraparound staircase, looking up at the beautiful railing and balcony above. I slowly creep up, soft white carpet on every step, a roll of black duct tape still in my hand. The house is pitch black, but I see better than most people do in perfect daylight. Beautiful artwork and decor line the wall as I ascend, more family pictures of Victoria, Rick, baby Adam.

I reach the landing at the top, everything is dead silent. Ahead of me is a full bathroom, for guests, not used much. I peek my head in. So pristine and wealthy, I could really get used...