I don't know for sure that it'll keep anyone out.
Idoknow for sure it won't keep me out.
And not only because I angled the cameras to leave myself just enough space to go unnoticed if I slip in through her bedroom window instead of the back patio. The climb to that is a bit more precarious, but it's definitely not impossible.
And not just because, after I set it up, I made sure to screengrab the code she typed on my own phone so I can dismantle it any time I want to.
A few extra layers of safety measures won't hurt.
And they're basically useless against me.
She doesn't know that yet, but she will soon enough.
After our last visit, I've been giving her just a little space.
I don't want to. I fucking hate it, actually. Hate every momentspent away from her, but Brigit needs to feel like herself again and keep living her life.
I'll just watch it through the cameras shedoesn'tknow about.
For now, I need to figure out who the fuck was poking around her place.
If it was really an officer, that's a problem. Their access to her address and place of work is going to make it much harder to keep her safe from them.
If it's not an officer, I have nowhere to even start looking.
She described the man to me, and while I had initially suspected it was Steele, her recollection didn't sound like him, which was even worse, leaving me with nowhere to even begin looking.
"You got it all figured out, then?" Sky asks, setting up behind the bar for tonight's patrons.
I nod, slicing lemons and arranging them to help with the preparation. "Only thought about throwing the fucking thing out the window a couple times."
He laughs, "Yeah, doing this one took us all day when we set it up. You actuallydidcrush one of the cameras. Smashed it against the wall."
"You're kidding," I groan.
With another laugh, he continues, "Nah. It was hilarious. You cut your hand open and then stormed out of here allFuck thisandbullshit camera."
"I'm not sure if I should be embarrassed or not," I grimace. "In the grand scheme of the shit we’ve done, breaking a camera seems pretty tame."
He shrugs, "We are who we are, Cormac. Even if you don't remember him, you're still that guy."
"Do I have to be?" I ask. "What if I don't want to kill anyone anymore?"
Sky sighs, "Then we don't. I don't like getting my hands dirty, and I don't trust myself not to leave DNA in the form of my fucking vomitif I have to be the one to kill someone. We just pivot and eliminate these scumbags another way."
"Like what?"
His face lights up with manic glee, "Like luring them into Mingle to watch the fights and then tipping off the police to where their stash is."
"That's why you've been so happy to pummel them?" I ask.
He nods, throwing a handful of orange slices into a black plastic container. "I've been doing it basically since you left. I wouldn't let them fight, wouldn't even let them in since we're rivals or whatever. It wasn’t until they accused me of fixing the fights that I decided to prove them wrong and fuck them over at the same time.”
"And what if one of them had been able to kick your ass?"
With a shrug, he moves on to lemons, "Then they'd kick my ass. It wouldn't change the fact that they've been here, distracted, unknowingly leaving themselves vulnerable."
"If they've been here, and you've been here beating their faces in,whofound their shit?" I ask, curious about how he's kept this all running while also being the distraction.
