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I nod even though that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t have a shoddy security system.
“Do you have cameras?”
“Yes.” My fear seems to have short-circuited my brain as I hadn’t remembered them.
“Let’s look at those and see what we find.”
The other officer returns. “There’s no one there, and it doesn’t look like anything is disturbed, but you can come in and let us know if anything is missing.”
“She’s got surveillance too,” his partner says.
“Great. Let’s take a look.”
I thank my neighbor and then, on shaky legs, return to my house with the two policemen. Inside, everything appears to be where it should be. Nothing is open or rifled through.
I open my phone app and pull up the surveillance footage. I have cameras on each side of my home, but nothing appears in the street, side yards, or back yard. That makes no sense.
“Could be the wind,” the second officer says.
But that doesn’t seem possible. This is state of the art security. It’s the type the Mafia uses.
I study the footage again, noting a slight blip on the recording of the front of the house. “Did you see that?”
The men lean in and watch. “That could be the wind too.”
Why aren’t they taking this more seriously? Probably because they don’t know my history.
“Maybe you can call someone to come stay with you if you don’t feel safe,” the partner says.
“Yes, that’s a good idea.” Of course, I don’t have anyone. Sure, there’s Elena and Lucy. But Elena is busy with her babies, and there’s no way Niko would allow her to come stay with me after my home was broken into. Lucy would come, but seeing her is just a reminder of how my life has become a horror show.
When the police leave, I lock up, resetting the alarm. I work to steady my nerves as I make dinner and eat it while reading one of my pregnancy books. I’m just about finished with my meal when my phone rings. For a moment, I think it’s James, but Lucy’s number flashes in the caller ID.
“Hello.”
“What the hell, Kate? I’ve been calling?—”
“What? My phone hasn’t rung.” Did I turn off my ringer by accident when we looked at the video?
“Someone breached your security?”
“How did you know?” Was the guy across the street working for her, after all?
“That’s not important?—”
“It is to me. If those guys are watching me, why didn’t they catch?—”
“What guys?”
I let out an exasperated breath. “The neighbors across the street. They work for you, right?”
“Why would you think that?”
Ugh. “Because they moved in at the same time as I did, and they look like they could work for you.”
She sighs. “We’re keeping tabs on you, but not like that. I’ll check them out.”
God, I’ve now just put the Mafia onto my neighbors. “If they don’t work for you, then they’re minding their own business. Don’t go killing them or something.”
