Wonderfully happy beyond words, Ed kissed his acquiescence.
***
He had been sitting forward, every sense intent upon the screen. Wait, what did they just say? Now that the lights had gone off and there was nothing else to see over at the p***y-whipped puke’s place, Al slumped back in his chair.
Having discharged both the expensive private detective and overly risky drone surveillance, he’d spent the evening monitoring every second of the feeds he’d installed out at Downing Road. Even while his targets were off-camera in another part of the house he sat and watched, trying to snatch every bit of half-audible conversation possible. He should have put a camera or at least a mike in the kitchen too; it was voyeur’s habit that he hadn’t thought beyond the bedroom and bath. Still in his eveni
