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Chapters (47)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Praise for In the Clearing
  4. Praise for Call Me Evie
  5. Dedication
  6. Prologue
  7. Part One: The Sociopath Test
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Part Two: Introspection
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Part Three: Retrospection
  31. Chapter Twenty-Two
  32. Chapter Twenty-Three
  33. Chapter Twenty-Four
  34. Chapter Twenty-Five
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  39. Chapter Thirty
  40. Chapter Thirty-One
  41. Chapter Thirty-Two
  42. Chapter Thirty-Three
  43. Now
  44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  45. Extract of The Last Guests
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. Copyright

Next he goes to the bedroom, eyes searching once more. The lamp could work but lying in bed it would be at eye level. He tilts his head to look at the ceiling. There’s a smoke alarm. He could punch out the LED light and put the camera eye in its place. He brings the chair in from the lounge room, climbs up, unclips the smoke alarm then sets about inserting the camera into it. The alarm won’t work anymore – he takes the battery out just to be sure – but once he’s reattached it to the ceiling it looks exactly like it did before.

He stops at the door of the bathroom, considers the layout for a moment. He surveys the walls, his gloved hands gently sliding across the tiles. He knows he has to put a camera in here, but there is no obvious location. If he puts one in the ceiling beside the fan, the steam would likely obscure the vision. There is no one spot that will capture both the shower and the rest of the room. The only option, in that case, is two separate cameras – preferably in places the steam won’t reach. He runs hot water in the shower with the fan running, watches where the steam comes to rest on the surfaces. The glass of the shower screen, the mirror, the steel handrail beside the toilet. Anywhere lower than waist height is safe from fogging the lens. The towel rail is attached to the wall with a small screw. That’ll do. He has a camera mounted in a screw head; it wasn’t cheap or easy to find but he’s glad he spent the extra money now. He carefully removes the screw from the towel rail and replaces it with the camera. Then he places the second camera in the light fitting above the mirror, just below the fan.

When he has installed all the cameras, he finds the crawl space access. He drops one cable down through the light fitting in the lounge, another into the smoke alarm in the bedroom, runs a third along the wall to the towel rail and the light fitting in the bathroom. The switch board just inside the front door opens to reveal a panel of new circuit breakers. He runs all the cables from the cameras down through the same switch as the hot water service.