speaker,” Red directed, pulling to the side of
the road.
“Hello?” Pamela did as he requested.
“Where are you, bitch?” the voice was gravelly,
indistinguishable, but apparently male.
“I’m at home, where are you?” Pamela covered her nervousness
with a lie and false bravado.
“You’re not at home. I know because I just left you a
present.” The most evil laugh Pamela had ever heard came through the speaker.
“I hope you like it.”
That was it, the caller disconnected.
“Are you okay?” Red asked, placing his hand over hers. She
was ice cold.
“Yes. We have to go to my house, see what he left.”
“That’s exactly what he wants you to do. We’re not going to
give him that satisfaction.” Red nodded toward the back seat, and his laptop.
“As soon as we get to Sharon’s, we can see what he left. Maybe even see him.”
“Oh, I forgot about the cameras!” Pamela suddenly became
excited. “Hurry, let’s go.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Red was as anxious as she to check the
footage. Pulling back onto the road, he glanced at her face, glad to see her
color was returning.
Chapter Eleven
“You set up the computer, I’ll let the dogs out,” Pamela
told him as she unlocked the door. “Sharon probably won’t be home before
midnight, and who knows when JB will be here.”
“He told me this afternoon he planned to stay the night in
the field.” Red told her, following her to the kitchen. Placing the computer on
the bar, he opened it and found the feeds.
“Anything?” Pamela asked, after ushering the dogs outside.
“Don’t know yet, hold your horses,” Red answered, peering
intently at the screen.
“Let me see!” Pamela sidled up close beside him to better
see the computer. She didn’t miss Red’s quick intake of breath at their close
connection. But this time, he didn’t move away.
“Look there, it’s a box,” Red said, pointing to the coffee
table in the living room. “Was that there before?”
“No. It has to be the present,” Pamela told him. “If we can
see the present, we can see who put it there, right? Rewind the damn feed!”
“Give me a second,” Red said, not unkindly. He felt Pam’s
nerves, knew they could potentially have the proof they needed to arrest the
man stalking her.
“There, watch!” Red stopped the feed at the first sign of
the intruder. Pressing play, they both watched as a shadowy figure came into
the living room, from the direction of the kitchen.
“Go in closer, I can’t see his face!” Pamela ordered.
“He’s wearing a hood,” Red told her, cursing silently.
Whoever it was kept their face away from the camera, almost as if they knew it
was there. But that was impossible. Red hid the camera in the bookshelf, it was
almost impossible to detect.
“He looks like a black blob, nothing more,” Pamela’s
dejection was clear. “You can’t even tell if it’s a man or a woman.”
“JB knows tricks that I don’t, we’ll let him see what he can
do with the feed,” Red assured her. “But you’re right, from this angle, we
can’t tell anything about him. Let’s check the back door camera.”
Leaving the screen frozen on the ‘black blob’, Red moved
over to another feed. Rewinding it, he stopped when the person came into view.
“Look there, he looked up,” Pamela said, excitedly. “Zoom in
on his face!”
“Dammit!” Red didn’t hold back. “He’s wearing a mask. You
can’t even see his eyes. Dammit!”
They watched as the black figure came up to the back door,
from the direction of the woods, a small package in one hand. With little
effort, the figure had the door opened in less than a minute.
“So much for the deadbolt Mac installed. It barely slowed
him down!”
“The reality is that any lock is easy to breach, with the
right tools and know-how,” Red told her. “If someone is determined to get in,
they usually will.”
“That’s reassuring.” Pamela walked away from the counter,
and Red. “How are
the road.
“Hello?” Pamela did as he requested.
“Where are you, bitch?” the voice was gravelly,
indistinguishable, but apparently male.
“I’m at home, where are you?” Pamela covered her nervousness
with a lie and false bravado.
“You’re not at home. I know because I just left you a
present.” The most evil laugh Pamela had ever heard came through the speaker.
“I hope you like it.”
That was it, the caller disconnected.
“Are you okay?” Red asked, placing his hand over hers. She
was ice cold.
“Yes. We have to go to my house, see what he left.”
“That’s exactly what he wants you to do. We’re not going to
give him that satisfaction.” Red nodded toward the back seat, and his laptop.
“As soon as we get to Sharon’s, we can see what he left. Maybe even see him.”
“Oh, I forgot about the cameras!” Pamela suddenly became
excited. “Hurry, let’s go.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Red was as anxious as she to check the
footage. Pulling back onto the road, he glanced at her face, glad to see her
color was returning.
Chapter Eleven
“You set up the computer, I’ll let the dogs out,” Pamela
told him as she unlocked the door. “Sharon probably won’t be home before
midnight, and who knows when JB will be here.”
“He told me this afternoon he planned to stay the night in
the field.” Red told her, following her to the kitchen. Placing the computer on
the bar, he opened it and found the feeds.
“Anything?” Pamela asked, after ushering the dogs outside.
“Don’t know yet, hold your horses,” Red answered, peering
intently at the screen.
“Let me see!” Pamela sidled up close beside him to better
see the computer. She didn’t miss Red’s quick intake of breath at their close
connection. But this time, he didn’t move away.
“Look there, it’s a box,” Red said, pointing to the coffee
table in the living room. “Was that there before?”
“No. It has to be the present,” Pamela told him. “If we can
see the present, we can see who put it there, right? Rewind the damn feed!”
“Give me a second,” Red said, not unkindly. He felt Pam’s
nerves, knew they could potentially have the proof they needed to arrest the
man stalking her.
“There, watch!” Red stopped the feed at the first sign of
the intruder. Pressing play, they both watched as a shadowy figure came into
the living room, from the direction of the kitchen.
“Go in closer, I can’t see his face!” Pamela ordered.
“He’s wearing a hood,” Red told her, cursing silently.
Whoever it was kept their face away from the camera, almost as if they knew it
was there. But that was impossible. Red hid the camera in the bookshelf, it was
almost impossible to detect.
“He looks like a black blob, nothing more,” Pamela’s
dejection was clear. “You can’t even tell if it’s a man or a woman.”
“JB knows tricks that I don’t, we’ll let him see what he can
do with the feed,” Red assured her. “But you’re right, from this angle, we
can’t tell anything about him. Let’s check the back door camera.”
Leaving the screen frozen on the ‘black blob’, Red moved
over to another feed. Rewinding it, he stopped when the person came into view.
“Look there, he looked up,” Pamela said, excitedly. “Zoom in
on his face!”
“Dammit!” Red didn’t hold back. “He’s wearing a mask. You
can’t even see his eyes. Dammit!”
They watched as the black figure came up to the back door,
from the direction of the woods, a small package in one hand. With little
effort, the figure had the door opened in less than a minute.
“So much for the deadbolt Mac installed. It barely slowed
him down!”
“The reality is that any lock is easy to breach, with the
right tools and know-how,” Red told her. “If someone is determined to get in,
they usually will.”
“That’s reassuring.” Pamela walked away from the counter,
and Red. “How are
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