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"Nothing identifiable. Great."

I stepped out of the bathroom and moved to the computer.

My gut churned.

The place was sterile, void of anything personal, like a motel room on its last leg.

I sat at the desk and wiggled the mouse, the black screen blooming into an image.

The curved, rectangular screen split into four different sections, each with a CCTV-like camera feed to each one.

Except these were crystal clear...

My heart slammed against my ribs as my breath caught in my throat.

No.

The cat rubbed against my leg, and I shooed it away, my world spinning.

My apartment sat on the screen in vivid detail. One pointed to the bathroom, my case board, the front door, and the last toward my bed.

I’m being watched.

My blood turned to ice, the thick sludge causing my brain to pulse at the temples, my breath coming out in short bursts.

This was what Mr. Anonymous wanted me to see?

I moved the mouse around and pulled up the downloads and file folders.

Empty.

"Who the fuck are you?"

I stood and paced the desk.

A door clicking shut shattered the silent room, and my gaze flew back to the computer screen. A man in a black hoodie stepped into my apartment, his hands gloved, his face obscured as he walked into the kitchen.

He grabbed the bottle of vodka from the top shelf above the refrigerator, then a cup, and walked into the bathroom.

How did he know where that stuff was?

Is this his apartment?

The man placed the cup on the corner of the bathtub, filled the cup with vodka, then placed the bottle beside the tub and ran the water.

Okay, some random homeless man is taking a bath in my house?

Sweat broke out across my skin, my heart palpitating in a chaotic rhythm that threatened to shut everything down.

Spots speckled my vision as my head swam.

The man sat on the edge of the bath, broke the plastic off of my razor, discarded it onto the floor, and placed the razor next to the vodka.

Oh my God.

My stomach twisted, and bile rose to the back of my throat.

I rushed to the bathroom, my knees hitting the floor, and released the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

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