Chapter 7
The dynamics of the Seebold household changed. It was yin and yang at work. Not quite opposing forces, but what had been good for me, had been bad for them. There had been a subtle shift, and I was in the ascendant.
There was a security guard at the gate when I arrived for work the next day. Understandable. Thornton had aged overnight. The lines amongst the acne were more noticeable, he seemed less erect, but it was his body language that spoke the loudest. He was less upbeat and less hurried. The shockwave that had rocked his domain, had left him deflated and disturbed. And why wouldn’t it? The idea of a k********g had escalated from being a vague thought to the sudden realisation that the children were now an identified target. And Thornton was visibly shaken.
I, on the othe
