Page 57 of Time to Bounce

He pulled some of the wires out then said, “This is access to what would normally be inside for cameras.”

He fiddled with a few things inside, then pulled out his phone and a wire connector, which he plugged in.

A few more taps, then he cursed.

He tilted his phone so I could see, and I stared in awe at the cameras that were ALL over the house.

There was one that was blank, which I assumed was the one that Jack and I had removed prior to his arrival.

But there were nine others, and all of them were working.

“Bedroom, bathroom, hall, closet, laundry room, living room, front porch, back porch, garage.” Shasha shook his head. “Holy fuck.”

“Do you have to access this panel to be able to get the information?” I asked, voice icily calm.

Inside, though, I was fucking fuming.

“No,” he looked worried now. “This is just an external entry point for if there’s an issue with the cameras that need fixed.”

I swallowed hard. “How’s the data transferred?”

“This,” he pointed at the antenna. “It has its own cell phone signal.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed my dad.

The moment he picked up, I said, “I need you to send a couple of your best down here. I’m filing a police report for Athena.”

“What’s going on?” Dad asked, instantly alert.

I quickly explained what was going on.

“I’ll get someone on tracing that signal,” he said.

I didn’t bother telling him that Shasha was doing it right in front of my eyes.

“Okay,” I said.

Being one of the only ones in the family who worked undercover, I was the least caring about breaking the law. There were just some laws that were meant to be broken, and you couldn’t convince me otherwise.

Not to mention there were some criminals who deserved to be in a dark grave in the woods, and the only way to get them out of the picture—at least without killing them—was to fudge your way around the law.

“I’m sending your mom and Detective Cobb,” he said, sounding distracted. “Your mom is fifteen minutes out, and Cobb is five.”

So get Shasha out of here with what he’d found before then.

Got it.

“Thanks,” I said and hung up.

Shoving the phone back into my pocket, I said, “You should probably get out of here in the next five minutes so you can work on that without prying eyes.”

Shasha flashed me a smirk. “You don’t think I can hold intelligent conversations with cops while I do my work?”

“I think that I don’t want to be put in a position where I have to choose,” I admitted. “And Athena will ask questions that neither one of us are ready to talk about just yet.”

“True,” he stood and shoved the phone he’d been working on back into his pocket. “I’ll forward you everything I have.”

Then he was gone, but not before calling out over his shoulder, “I’ll let you tell her.”

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