Ava's smile was a masterful blend of sweetness and malice, her lips curling up in a sly, sideways curve. It was a smile that hinted at secrets and schemes, a smile that suggested she knew something you didn't.

As she gazed at the screens, her eyes landed on another video feed, this one showing the interior of the Timberlakes' house. But the image was fuzzy, the camera's battery low. Ava's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering for a moment.

Just then, Stanley walked into the room, ...