Chapters (42)
Simon shook his head. “No, she’s been with us since Annabelle was a baby. She was here when Lily was killed. There’s no way she’s involved. And Annabelle’s already upset enough with everything. I don’t want to take Hilda from her.”
“I realize this isn’t a mystery novel”—Blaire cocked her head at Simon—“but maybe you should have your security detail sweep for bugs anyway, because this person is getting their info somehow. We’re only assuming that someone looked in the window when that last text came in. Maybe there’s a camera or recording device in the house.”
Anderson looked at Simon. “I assumed they’d already done that.”
Kate sat there trying hard to follow the back-and-forth conversation. Blaire was right. There must be cameras somewhere. Her skin began to itch, as if there were things crawling all over her body. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes moving along the molding from corner to corner, looking for a device that could be watching her every move. She was being spied on. The most intimate details of her life were known to some maniac who had killed her mother and now wanted her dead too. She lifted a hand to her throat and looked at Simon with suspicion. “You told me this security team was top-notch. Why haven’t they checked the house for things like that? There were so many people here the day of the funeral. Anyone could have planted cameras. They could be anywhere.”
“We had no reason to have them search for cameras until now,” Simon said. He looked at Anderson. “Why would you assume they would check that? If you thought it was necessary, shouldn’t you have done so yourself?”
Why weren’t they doing something about this instead of just talking about it? It was maddening. Kate stood up. “Do it now! I can’t stay here without knowing I’m not being watched.”
Anderson picked up his phone and punched in a number. “I’ll have a tech team dispatched. They’ll check the house.” He spoke into the phone, hung up, and then turned to Simon. “As you’ve pointed out, we had no reason to do so until now.”
Kate studied Anderson’s face as he spoke to Simon. He was pissed off. And there was something else in his expression—suspicion? Or just irritation? Did he know something she didn’t?