Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“Setting a loop?” I ask. “What the hell does that mean? I’m not sure I’m following.”
Spider presses his lips into a hard line before letting out a heavy sigh and striding toward me. He’s probably mentally reminding himself that I’m only twenty-three, and when it comes to shit like dealing with stalkers and security cameras, I don’t know shit.
“Here, look,” Spider says, holding up his phone so I can see. The feed from last night appears, and I see myself in my bedroom, hovering by my window in the outfit my stalker left for me. He points down at the time stamp. “Take note of the time,” he says before fast-forwarding through the video. I watch as the clock quickly climbs, and just when my stalker should have been climbing through my window, the clock jumps back an hour, and instead of me pulling the blindfold over my face and preparing for him to walk in, the feed simply shows me peering out the window.
“What the fuck?” I ask, grabbing hold of Spider’s phone and bringing it closer to my face to better see the little numbers in the corner of the screen. I fast forward, watching the clock start to climb again only to jump back again until an hour later when I’m seen racing out of my apartment in a sheer panic. “This isn’t right. He was in my apartment during this time. He left that outfit for me to wear and then fucked me. How can none of that show up?”
“A loop,” Spider says, his brow arching just enough for me to realize that I probably shouldn’t have given quite so many details. “He makes a copy of the footage before he comes in and replaces the real footage with that.”
“Holy shit.”
“Mm-hmm,” he agrees. “But once we reboot the system. In theory, we should be able to gain control and override his access. He shouldn’t be able to get in.”
“Get into the security feed, or get into my apartment?” I question. “Because something tells me that disabling his access to my feed is only going to piss him off, and I can’t have him escalating things more than he already has.”
“You really think this asshole killed Viper?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I mean, I really have no proof,” I tell him. “It’s just a gut feeling. He was in my apartment that night. What if Viper saw him coming or going and crossed the street to check it out? It’s just . . . it’s the only thing that makes sense to me. Unless there was some other kind of club business going down that night and I’m completely overshooting here.”
Spider shakes his head. “Nope. No club business that would be going down in the alley beside your building.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Spider drags his hand over his face, his lips pressed into a hard line. “Look, we’ll reboot your system and give you control, but I think until this shit is sorted out, we’ll keep someone stationed outside the building,” he says. “That’s what Viper would have wanted.”
I give him a small smile, never so grateful in my life, but let’s be honest, the club has been on protection detail for weeks and hasn’t once been able to catch this guy sneaking in and out. “Thanks, I really appreciate it,” I tell them.
Both Spider and Fuse nod before getting on with it, and I make myself comfortable as they find the control box for the cameras hidden within my linen cupboard and start messing around with it. Then once they’re done with that, they go about the apartment checking over all the cameras and making sure they’re all working as they should be. Spider disappears into the bathroom, and I think nothing of it until he comes out with a grim expression, his jaw firmly clenched with a bunch of wires dangling from his fingers.
He doesn’t say anything about it, and judging by the dark look in his eyes, questions aren’t welcome. “Alright, that should be it,” Fuse tells me. “Do you need another rundown of how to access everything?”
“Nah, I should be good,” I say with a small smile. “Thank you.”
They both nod, and as I follow them to my door and hold it open for them, Spider turns back to meet my eye. “Call me if you see or hear anything,” he tells me as something sinister and vile flashes in his dark eyes. “I’d like to have a word with this guy.”
I don’t respond, but he’s not looking for me to. Instead, he simply walks away, and the two of them disappear down the hall. I let out a shaky breath, my gaze settling on Alex’s door. Usually, when I’m out in the hallway, he’ll hear me and come and hang out, but his door remains closed. He must be out, or maybe he already crashed. He tends to wake early every day and put himself through a grueling workout, and while I could never, I really appreciate that he does because he likes nothing more than putting that impressive strength and fitness to the test every time he touches my body.