Sienna
I WAITED until Lucas' car disappeared from sight before unlocking my front door. The moment I stepped inside, my focus shifted to the bag on my shoulder.
I went straight to my study, locked the door, and connected the pinhole camera to my laptop. As the files transferred, I forced myself to wait patiently. Weeks of planning had led to this.
The moment the first recording loaded, I pressed play.
The camera angle was nearly perfect. Hidden inside the ornament, it captured most of the car's interior, and the audio was clear.
For several minutes, nothing happened. Then the driver's door opened.
Marcus got in. A moment later, Tiffany slid into the passenger seat. Neither of them looked around. Neither of them knew they were being recorded.
I watched silently as the
