Chapter 3 - The Security Footage
“Do you want me to call the sheriff back out here?” Dave asked, pausing with his tools in hand.
“No,” I replied, my jaw tightening. “Let’s check the security system first.”
Before Sarah’s stunt with the moving truck, I had installed a wireless, cloud-synced security camera disguised as a doorbell unit, along with a secondary lens trained on the side entrance. While Sarah thought she was operating in secret, every move she and Greg had made since yesterday afternoon was securely logged on my phone’s application.
I tapped the screen, pulling up the motion-activated playback from late last night.
At 11:15 p.m., the video flickered to life. Two figures crept up onto the porch. Even in the dim infrared lighting, I recognized Greg’s broad shoulders and the distinct way Sarah hunched her back when she was nervous.
I watched in silence as Greg produced the heavy padlock, secured it to the door, while Sarah grinned broadly at him, slipping my spare key back into her coat pocket.
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Then came the audio.
“Once Mom realizes she legally can’t get back inside without a court order, she’ll have to negotiate with us,” Sarah whispered on the recording. “We’ll give her a week. By then, she’ll be begging us to move in just to keep the peace.”
