Carlos DeLuca

I quickly open my laptop, fingers moving vigorously as I look for the CCTV footage. I press my lips together, concentrating on the footage alone.

Almost three of the cams are showing nothing indifferent. I go through one of the other footage.

A shadow is seen lurking around then after a moment, a stone is thrown at my house, which passes through the open window.

I usually keep them locked then who— I almost groan at the realization. One of the Vez sisters had left it ...