A Night In Daddy's Bed
I rushed toward the doorway just in time to see the intruder vault over the stone railing and disappear into the sprawling garden outside.
Flashlights flickered in the darkness as the guards gave chase, within seconds, the quiet estate erupted into shouts and running footsteps.
I turned back toward Harrison, he was already crouched in front of the main control system, fingers flying across the keyboard.
The monitors flickered again, then one by one, the footage began disappearing.
My stomach twisted.
“What’s happening?”
Harrison didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened.
“The footage is corrupted.”
“Corrupted?”
“Yes.”
Another screen blinked out. Then another.