“Of course there could, but they’re not cheap. Someone would have to be pretty intent on spying. I thought maybe the bathroom, but it looks clean.”

“This is outrageous.” She wanted to leave. Pick up everything that belonged to her and get the hell out.

“I couldn’t chance taking out the batteries without jostling the camera and letting whoever it is who’s watching us know we’re on to him.”

“So what’re we going to do?”

“Wait,” he said, and that only infuriated her. She wanted action. Now. To get back at the spying bastard and quick. “Two can play at this game.” He was scooping up his jambalaya so calmly she wanted to scream. His plate was almost empty.

“I’m not great at waiting or pretending.”

“I know. But all you have to do is just act natural.”

“Oh, right.” Like that would happen.

“Or we could go to the police.” His voice was still hushed while the music played loudly and he’d stopped eating long enough to stare at her and evaluate her reaction. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to let the pros handle this now, and don’t—” he said, cutting her off before she began, “suggest that I am a pro. We both know that I’m bending the rules as it is. The smart thing to do would be to call the police, and have them dust for prints as we hand them the vial of blood. Yeah, they might seal this place off and confiscate all of your stuff, but you’ve backed up the computer.”

“You said something about waiting. And ‘two playing at this game.’ What’s that mean?”

He grinned and she felt a little better. The gleam in his eye told her he’d considered the options. “Let’s step outside.” Loudly, he said, “Okay, Bruno, I get it, you need to do your business. Come on.” He whistled sharply and headed for the door with the dog and Kristi on his heels. Stepping onto the porch, he looked up to the rafters of the overhang. Following his gaze with her own, she squinted and saw what he meant. Tucked between the spider webs and old wasp’s nests, mounted over the door just above the porch light, was a tiny black box much like the one that was mounted in the bookcase near the fireplace.

“I decided that if he comes back, we’ll get his mug on video.”

“That’s your camera? Where do you view it?”

“My place, actually Aunt Colleen’s. We’ll go there and wait tonight. So you might want to bring your computer and sleeping bag. Deluxe accommodations, it’s not.”

“As long as we nail the bastard.”

“And just in case we don’t get a clear picture, I’ve got another camera mounted over the window in the kitchen, looking straight at the fireplace. When he turns to leave, we’ll get him.”