Page 9 of Deadly Desires

Brooke

Good! He’s seriously the best.

You’re in good hands.

Me

Thanks Brooke, I should be in tomorrow for work.

Brooke

Nope, you won’t be.

Take another day to settle in.

Me

Brooke, seriously, I’ll be fine.

Brooke

Nope, boss’s orders.

See you Wednesday!

Closing out of the chat with Brooke, I open up Tinder and start scrolling. A good two or three hours must pass before I notice Franklin standing in the entryway with all his tools in his hands.

“Is everything finished,” I ask, getting up from the couch. I’m a little tipsy, but nothing noticeable.

“Yes, ma’am. I was going to show you the system if now is an OK time?”

“Sure.”

Franklin proceeds to show me the system, how to turn on and off the alarm, how to set zones, and how to view the camera feed. There is a camera in the front and back yard as well as in every single room of the house, including my bedroom. I start to protest that camera, but Franklin reassures me it is necessary seeing that whoever came in probably used my bedroom window. He assures me that whoever came in here would not be able to get into the camera system.

I am instantly relieved at that; I don’t want some creepy fuck watching me as I sleep, or worse… The system is set to continuously record for one week before the system stops and restarts a fresh recording. It means it would allow me access to footage taken up to a week prior if I want to review it or save anything. Thoroughly impressed, I thank Franklin and ask what method of payment he prefers.

“Oh, no, ma’am. That has been taken care of by the Stonewells, no need to worry about payment.”

“What?! They did NOT!”

“Truly they did. They mean well. Best bet is just to accept it graciously. That family is loaded.”

While I accept that fact and thank Franklin for his time and work, I know I will be having a word with Brooke come Wednesday.

Eleven

Jaxon

Franklin calls me on his way home from Melody’s place.

“Dude, you gotta check the cams. When I got there, she was pretty tipsy, though I think she thought she hid it well enough. She might be going off the deep end over there. Oh, and while I was on my way home, I got an alert that she reinstalled Tinder.” Franklin laughs, but I don’t find it funny at all. My little sparrow is hurting and this is how she’s processing it.

“Right. Let me get off the phone with you, I’ll check the feeds,” I reply back, hanging up the phone before he can get another word in. Franklin means well but sometimes he can be so clueless to certain things. Women being one of them.

I know my little sparrow. She’s not handling this very well. I take it wine is her best friend when her emotions are too big for her.

Tapping into the app on my phone, I click on the camera that shows a still of Melody sitting on her couch. Franklin put a damn camera in every room in the house. I can’t be mad at him though. Now I’ll always know where she is and what she’s doing in that house of hers.

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