The cameras went up in the tree line before sunrise. Odette knew because she heard the drill through her window at 5:40 am, quiet, careful work by men who didn't want to wake a house that hadn't really slept anyway.
By the time she came down for breakfast, Steel was already gone, and Damien sat at the kitchen island in yesterday's shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, staring at a tablet with four different security feeds tiled across the screen.
"Anything?" she asked.
"Nothing yet," he said. "Whoever it was hasn't come back since we found the blind. Either they know we're watching now, or they got what they came for already."
"What would they have come for?" Odette asked, sitting across from him, pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her hands out of habit.
"Pictures," Damien said. "Pat
