Footsteps approached, and the door swung open. An old man peered out, puzzled. "What is it?"

The property manager smiled nervously. "Your grandson—well, presumably—took the food delivered to 1502."

"Lies!" An older woman barreled out behind him, furious. She launched into a tirade at the manager without waiting for proof.

"What eyes do you have? Cody is the sweetest boy—how could he possibly steal anyone's food? You'd better stop spouting nonsense or I'll smash up your office!"

The manager