The Federal Agent Who Returned to Reclaim Her Shattered Home and Child
The estate was dark, but a single light flickered on the second floor.
It was Lily’s bedroom.
My chest ached as I looked up at the window, wishing I could just run up the stairs and hold her.
But I knew I had to be smart.
I pulled a handheld scanner from my pocket to check for active laser tripwires.
The screen remained clear, but a faint hum caught my attention.
I looked up at the eaves of the roof.
A new security camera, equipped with infrared night vision, was panning slowly across the lawn.
Vanessa’s upgrades.
I pressed my back against the cold brick wall of the garage, staying out of the camera’s sweep.
I needed to get to the main junction box.
If I could loop the feed, I would have ten minutes to plant the transmitters inside.
I crept along the side of the house, keeping low.
The basement window was just ahead.
Suddenly, the phone in my tactical vest buzzed against my chest.
I pulled it out, keeping the screen shielded.
It was an alert from Marcus.