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I said and step off the bed, he stares at me before he reaches for my head and kiss it. “I’ll take you to your school then” he sweetly said, I hurriedly shake my head as I disagree with that idea. “No, you don’t need to, I know your busy and have a lot of things you need to d---” he cut me out and showed me my ripped clothes on the couch here inside his room. My lips parted as I felt pity my ripped clothes, not even one of them survive. I tried looking for my underwear, so my eyes roamed around the room and I almost drop my jaw when I saw it hanging on the chandelier of this room. How did that get there?

I slide the bottle free without disturbing the row, then I rotate the upset bottles so their labels face the same direction as the others. Everything must look untouched. I return the gauze jar to its exact position, angled the way I found it. Every item is placed intentionally in this cabinet, and careless hands will give me away. I shut the doors gently, listening for the soft click that reengages the lock. Perfect. “I won't be needing this anymore,” I whisper as I flick the ID card lightly across the floor toward the bathroom. It skids across the room, landing exactly where someone might lose it near the bathroom.

Made the room look less like a trap and more like what it actually was, which was a very expensive room in a very expensive house belonging to a very unwell person who had decided that taking someone against their will was a reasonable thing to do. I had spent a significant portion of the previous night going through the room systematically with my eyes since my hands weren't available for the purpose. How to get something or move around in this room without making noise that would bring whoever was in the hallway back through the door was a problem I hadn't yet solved. There was a lamp on the side table nearest the door. Glass base. If I could get to it and break it quietly, broken glass so

He then closed the door after all his instructions. "We also installed to other bedrooms. Red buttons are in the same locations. Two buttons per room," He really looks like a soldier. In posture, in tone, and in his aura. He moves like a soldier and spoke like a general. "We also installed it in the living room. The one is under your center table, the other is at the side of your cabinet, the other is at the back of that landscape." He nodded at the picture of the setting sun plastered on my wall.

I let him go off to the bed, he carefully arranges it into the box that came with it, meanwhile kissing it before closing the box. I turn to go. "Good morning darling, will go to bed later." I say to him before exiting his room, closing the door behind him but not locking it this time around. I drop my belongings at the platform in my room, removing my new gun and the permit and placing them inside the drawer. I remove my clothes, tie a white towel around my chest and move to the bathroom.

"Should we check it out?" Randy shook his head. "Too dangerous. Hold this." Handing Cassie his gun, he rifled through the bag. Retrieving the wall tack and micro-cams, he placed one cam above a door frame, pointed towards the entry way to the stairs and then backed up and placed one above the back door by the light, pointed towards the open warehouse floor. Hiding them was a trick, but hopefully it would be dark enough inside that they wouldn't be noticed. Next, he grabbed some wires and planted them in several different places.

The lights are all off and I'm pondering whether to turn them on when I hear Jasmine's voice again. "Three minutes, Mike," she says, helping me make the decision. "We won't know if the camera works unless I turn the light on," I tell her, reaching for the switch. The bedroom has the same heavy sexual aroma as my car and the sheets are messy with several wet spots. "This is obviously where we want the camera," I tell her, looking around for a good spot. "Tell me how much of the room you can see?" I ask placing the camera on the dresser beside the bed, tucking it between a ceramic crock and a small jewelry box.

“Change anything you want.” We unpacked to music and the steady thud of a house breathing. Remy assembled a bookshelf on the balcony in a burst of competence that made me embarrassingly happy to watch; I set my paperbacks into place like little anchors. Todd mounted a pegboard in the closet for my range ear protection and wraps and labeled it H.’s TOOLS because he thinks he’s funny. Jacek installed a second deadbolt, then handed me the keys like he was pinning a medal.

I piled boxes and junk near the equipment so if someone looked in the closet they wouldn't see it. In the bedroom I replaced the ceiling light fixture with one built to hold a tiny video camera and I installed another camera in the drawer of the nightstand on my side of our bed. It isn't really a drawer, just a drawer front, leaving plenty of room for the camera. I turned our TV on to the test channel and adjusted the cameras for best picture and sound quality. Then I shut it all down and did other stuff. Charlene was supposed to get off work at four. At three she called.

The sound of water hitting a body echos out from the bathroom. Reaching for the clothes Dane left on the bed, I slip on the red T-shirt and the same color sweatpants. Pulling my clothes off me, I toss them toward the hamper. They both land outside. But I seriously don't feel like going over to pick it up. Sitting in bed is not entertaining. At all. Looking around the room, I try to find something to look at. There's red boxing gloves hung up and some trophies, but they don't really pull my eye. Something else.