“Do you think he knows about your camera set-up?”
“Doubtful.” And I tell Mary Lou about the lengths I went to secretly set it up.
“You commandeered their guest bedroom.”
“Just the window.”
“If he has security everywhere, he’s going to see it’s you when you break in.” My older sister does air quotes around the words ‘break in.’
“I know.”
“You have a plan.”
“I do, yes.”
“I’m still bummed that my one day away from the kids is spent here, staring at the back of your laptop.”
“I’m sorry, Mary Lou. I haven’t had to cancel on you in a while.”
“I know. I’m just being pissy. I got all dressed up.”
“But I told you I had to stay home.”
“I was kind of hoping I could talk you out of it.”
I shake my head. “Sorry, sis. I need to get into his house, and I need to do it when he’s not home.”
“And could go all dino on you?”
“That, and I need him not to keep his guard up.”
“As in being overconfident? And leave everything out in the open?”
“That would be nice.”
“My little sister, a regular puppet master.”
“Only when mind control is off the table. Then I gotta improvise.”
Mary Lou laughs.
“And you look great, by the way,” I add.
“But you’ll be the only one seeing it.”
“Tammy saw it.”
“You know what I mean.”
“We’ll order some Indian food and drink our wine; it’ll be just like we went out.”
“Except you’re going to be staring at your laptop all night.”
I sigh, resting my chin on one hand. “I’m sorry, Mary Louie Louie. But there’s something cooking here, and it’s kind of freaking me out.”
“Because he’s an unknown?”
“Yes.”
