You’re scared that you’re right.

Yes. I can’t refute the voice – I am scared. It’s one thing thinking there’s someone stealthily roaming around my home at night doing Lord knows what, but to capture that person – see actual evidence there’s someone watching us – that’s a whole new level of fucked up. And I have no clue how I’ll react if I replay the recording tomorrow and do see someone.

God. I’m driving myself mad.

I could tell Finley the phone failed to record. Blame it on my stupidity with technical stuff. But he’ll merely say to try again the following night. Maybe I should just do it. Get it over with. If there’s nothing to see, at least it will put my mind at ease – as well as Finley’s.

And if there is something to see?

I turn on my side, facing the window. My head throbs.

I go over it all again and again. If the recording captures a person walking the landing, going in and out of the boys’ bedrooms; mine – who am I expecting it to be?

Carl? He is the one who’s had easy access to the house whenever he pleased. Up to the point the locks were changed, anyway. I’m certain he’s been conducting his affairs using the houses on his list, and Davina thinks he’s gone a step further and maybe recorded the women too. Initially, the idea of him being some sexual predator was madness, but the way he’s been acting, the disappearance of the picture and the diary add weight to her theory.

Davina? All of this time she has been the one person to believe me. She’s offered friendship and support. Why would she be behind this? I must remember the fact I’d spent years trying to avoid her and her meddling ways. Her nosy nature had been too much to bear; I’d never got a good vibe from her. It’s only since the strange goings-on that I’ve let her into my life. Is that coincidental timing? Could she be getting inside the house and trying to frighten me – orchestrating problems so I turn to her? She’s been so keen to be friends with me for so long; now she’s got what she wanted. Friendship. She’s needed by someone. But if this carries on, it’ll drive me away, which is surely the opposite of her intention.