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“Then why are you staring at me like?—”

“Like you’re a walking miracle and I hope like fuck this shit penetrates his hard head and sticks,” Jonas wrongly finished my sentence.

A walking miracle? What the hell did that mean?

I didn’t get to ask. Smith was back with a box of trash bags. Jonas followed Smith, leaving me with Cooper and Kira—neither of whom were looking at me.

What the hell?

Moving on.

“Smith said you didn’t find anything.”

“No. Car’s clean.”

“We also checked your camera angles,” Kira put in. “Coop walked the perimeter and I tapped into your system to make sure you didn’t have any blind spots. You’re secure on that front.”

It was good to know they were thorough but that was not new knowledge. When I’d installed the cameras I’d made sure every inch was covered.

“You tapped in?” I asked with my brow raised.

Kira shrugged.

“It’s my job,” she said, not sounding one bit remorseful. “I also double checked all your socials to make sure I couldn’t geo-track the pictures you have of your exterior remodel of your house.”

“Like see my phone’s location from the pictures?”

Kira’s head tilted to the side and she smiled. “No, girl, I can pinpoint the location from the surroundings.”

“Seriously?”

“Haven’t you ever watched that monkey guy on TikTok?”

I had no idea who she was talking about.

“I don’t TikTok, it’s a cesspool of negativity and disgusting behavior I refuse to participate in.”

Kira looked shocked.

“Not even to doom scroll?”

“Hell no. So, who’s the monkey guy?”

“I’d show you but I don’t have my throwaway phone and that app doesn’t touch my real devices.” Kira closed her laptop in front of her and shifted her rear end on the one stool I had at the house so her knees weren’t hitting the side of the cabinet. “So, this guy asks people to send him selfies and he tells them where they are using the surroundings in the pictures. Like the last one I watched, this guy was on a balcony. All you could see was what looked like a runway, and a tall building to the right and what looked like a loading dock to the left. Nothing else.”

“She watches the videos to see if she can find the locations,” Cooper told me. “It’s a game to her.”

“And can you?”

“Hell yeah I can. Google maps, social media image libraries, stock footage sites. Easy day.”

I had to admit that was both fascinating and a little scary. I never thought about posting a selfie on social media and someone being able to use it to pinpoint my exact location. Okay, scary wasn’t the right word—downright frightening was more like it.

“Well shit,” I muttered. “But you couldn’t find my house from the pictures I posted?”

“No. The images were cropped close.”

Thank God for that.

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