They took too much.
Left too little.
I had nothing to lose... until her.
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I grin when I see the random text from Mikha. Yesterday I was awkward, but then she called and made me forget how unversed I am with all this, because she didn't seem to mind. If anything, she seemed more intrigued.
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I finish concealing the final camera over the entry of the doorway. Getting inside wasn't easy, considering Tyler or his wife locks the doors immediately when they get home or leave. But I finally managed to slip in and leave a window unlocked for later.
No security system. There's only one of my targets planned who has a security system. That'll be on Colet to handle. Colet is a true best friend. How many people do you walk up to, tell them you want revenge, tell them your plan, and then they start helping you keep from getting caught?
I grab my phone and text Mikha back, finding it oddly calming to have a normal conversation while plotting.
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That's not entirely a lie. I did do a trade review... It just happened to be in the same town.
Tyler's wife is out of town on a conference for work, which gives me plenty of time to check out his home.
The flooring is new, just like the rest of the home. No creaks is a damn good thing. My phone buzzes in my pocket as I make my way through the hallways, checking for anything and everything that might pose a problem.
