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She raised her eyebrows to make the point she had the situation in hand. Then the most horrendous sound started. The only thing it could be was an emergency alarm. Now what was going on? Heather watched Mike and Jay stuff the last of their food in their mouths. Mike swallowed hard and said. “That’s the intruder alarm. Micky finished installing it before Rose and Jules got here. Stay here. We’ll check it out. It could be a false alarm.” Then he followed Jay out the door. Heather moved to the kitchen door and saw everyone moving with purpose through the packhouse.

Those keys do everything. “I’ll deal with it, ma’am. I’ll collect them before I return; may I suggest, in the meantime, you can arm the house with the code 101, it’s a temporary alarm that can only be bypassed with a code that only Mr. Carrero and I have.” Smooth efficiency and no hint of worry; he instantly makes me feel better. “Thank you, yes. I shall do.” I smile, knowing how safety conscious Mathews is and the thought of that little bit of extra security makes me feel better; at least I won’t have to mess with the crazy looking boxes on the door I assume are locks.

Alek asks. “I don’t know. We were sitting here talking when we heard someone trying to open the door. It stopped then something slammed against it setting off the alarm. We heard footsteps running away. Then the alarm stopped and the three of you walked in.” I explain. Kaden is on his phone immediately, and I can tell by the look on his face and his body language that he is pissed. Alek is calling someone as well, but I am not sure who that is. Kaden hangs up and tells us that he called the security for the apartment to get the recording for everyone that entered the building within the last hour. The five of us sit down on the couch. Kaden has me tucked into his side. I can tell t

But now, someone was in my house, the very house Bailee was currently driving to. The cameras showed small thumbnails of each main room and hallway. I scanned them all for movement before clicking the alert button. Even if it was a false alarm, I wanted it checked out before Bailee got there. That one button would send my armed security detail inside and alert the police of the potential intruder. I didn’t see any movement and turned to Bailee’s mother. “Call her. Call her right now and tell her not to go back to the house.” “I don’t think she will answer me.” Mrs. Evans admitted, and though she was right, Bailee was too important to me for me to risk losing.

She should have remembered her mother’s propensity for not throwing things away, but storing them against the day when she ‘might’ get them repaired. The old man upstairs, hearing her smoke-detector start screaming, had come hammering on her door. Receiving no answer, he’d dialed 9—1—1 and, not knowing if she was in her suite or not, the dispatcher had sent an ambulance as well as the fire department. The police, thinking something big was going on, had also attended. And all because her mmother’s old crock-pot had a wonky thermostat. “That,’ she said, glaring at the small white disk in the ceiling, ‘is one hair-triggered smoke alarm.’

“You might want to answer that.” “Who is IGYS?” the guard asked looking at the screen. “The company that I contract with for private security.” Reese replied as his phone began to ring. “If neither of us answer, they will report an unresponsive distress call to the police.” His phone fell silent, and Dean’s began ringing again. Both phones were ringing when the police officers radio crackled to life. The dispatcher notified all available officers of a nonresponsive distress call through a contracted private security. The description of both Reese and Dean were then given and the guard and officer looked at them in shock.

They emerged from the garden back near the guard shack. "Your basic duties are to monitor the cameras," Ty began, "from inside the shack, as Danny was doing. You may have noticed that all of the lamp posts had cameras on them, they have motion sensors as well, if something moves it will alert you and automatically train the camera on whatever it detected. If it is a racoon climbing the fence," he shrugged," if it's something more troubling, then you remain in the guard shack and call the security company. If you think it rises to that level, call 911 and then call the security company." "Does that happen often?"

our daughter just giggled. “By the way, grandpa called from the phone, he said he’s going to visit us.” Zinnia said. Just the right moment, the security system alarmed us and the face of my dad appeared on the monitor, standing outside our door. We installed a security system in our house almost exactly like from the Cypher agency but just more advanced. He smiled at the security camera and our security system detected the person. “Identity recognized, Mr. Garrett Norman. Grant access?” “Grant access,” Allister said in a commanding voice. The system unlocked the door and let my father in.

“Impressive. Silent, efficient, well-trained. Harvey Prescott did an exceptional job.” My stomach drops. He was waiting for me. He didn’t follow me, didn’t track me—he simply *knew* I would come. “The door is locked from the outside,” Luka continues, jerking his chin toward the service exit behind me. “Rotating electronic code. Even if you had the physical key, the motion sensor would have triggered a silent alert on my phone the moment you stepped into this kitchen.” I turn to look at the door. A small digital panel is discreetly installed beside the frame, blinking red. How did I miss that?

When I heard the door lock, I moved towards the door. Another smashing sound. Someone was breaking something close by. I reach for the security system by the door. Thumbing the passcode, and activating it. I waited quietly for it to trip off. And like clockwork, the alarm goes off. Confirming that someone was here. The alarm was loud enough to tell the person that they’d been caught. I opened the front door just as I heard their footsteps rushing towards the gates. I immediately went after the person. Being much faster, and tensed already before they’d started breaking things. I caught a glimpse of a male figure, skinny with shaggy blonde hair and blood on his pants. I slammed into him as he