"I'm looking forward to it."

We hung up. Her tone was now one of resignation and looking at what the money would buy. In two days she would have thought about having her husband's permission to fuck someone else.

I installed cameras in almost every room. The recorders were put in the rafters of the garage in a box stenciled, "Burglar alarm." The hard drives would each record ninety-six hours. One switch turned them on. The switch was on the ceiling of the entry closet. Almost impossible to ...