Chapter 6: Andrian

By now, no one should be home. Alice was always at her spa by noon. Bridget at her gym pretending to "train."

The Crawfords' mansion had never felt like home, but today, it felt like a chessboard.

“Let’s begin.”

From her bag, she pulled out the tiny cameras she’d purchased on the deep web. They weren’t cheap she had to drain one of her crypto wallets for them — but they were worth every cent.

She started with the common areas: the living room, the hallways, even the kitchen. She placed one behind the chandelier in the dining room, one under the glass coffee table in the lounge, and one inside the large vase by the stairs.

Then she reached the master bedroom — Alice and my adopted father’s room. It was quite bigger than the rest of the other room

She slipped a camera into the bookshelf, another near the bed frame.

Something tugged at her mind and she stared at the desktop on the dresser.

Her gut told her to check it.

She powered it on, bypassed the simple password (Al