Carlos DeLuca
I quickly open my laptop, fingers moving vigorously as I look for the CCTV footage. I press my lips together, concentrating on the footage alone.
Almost three of the cams are showing nothing indifferent. I go through one of the other footage.
A shadow is seen lurking around then after a moment, a stone is thrown at my house, which passes through the open window.
I usually keep them locked then who— I almost groan at the realization. One of the Vez sisters had left it open. Probably.
I skim through the other footage. The recently launched one, is the only cam that I launched myself.
A silhouette of a tall man clad in black clothes. He is covered from head to toe. He climbs the tree and pulls out the pictures from his pocket then throws the stone.
I zoom in, searching f
