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“Yes, he ain’t having my finger for contact!” Casey glowered as she hauled the Persian from Mac’s arms. She staggered under its weight and gazed down at it.
“What the fuck have you been fed? Children?” Casey asked as the cat stared at her. “What’s his name?”
“Lazybones!” Mac grinned, and I snorted. “He’s two years old and was at the shelter because his owner died.”
Casey sent me a stern look, and I struggled to keep my face straight.
“I am not calling him that.”
“Well, Jett has to stand at the back of their house and yell for Mr Snuggles,” Mac said, referring to Sin’s Persian. We all laughed at that, and Mischief shot up my front and hid in my neck.
“Gonna call him Smokey because his fur reminds me of smoke on a light evening,” Casey murmured as she stroked the grumpy feline. I wondered if Mac knew he’d made a rod for his back. Because that fat kitty-cat did not appear like it adhered to mealtimes at all!
Klutz
Aurora was curled up in bed with Mischief and Sailor next to her. In a dog bed were Ares and Luna curled together (Aurora had named the puppies), and Skippy was bouncing around the upstairs. We had fitted a gate so he couldn’t fall down the stairs, and Aurora was bemused but in love with all of them.
We’d had a good evening filled with laughter. Precious thought Pirate was her baby and had pecked Mac many times when he tried to rescue his macaw from her. She’d given him several long tirades while mothering the baby macaw. Lazybones had been the right name for Casey’s newfound love because he didn’t even stir himself at seeing the birds. (Smokey didn’t stick because the animal was so damn lazy!)
Meanwhile, Skippy had bounced around, tripped everyone up, and run off with two spring rolls. I was on toilet duty for that mess, Aurora had informed me. Dylan had called me and told me the phone was a burner one and was off. He believed the person turned the mobile on to send the text and automatically switched it off. That was annoying. I climbed into bed and spooned Aurora. She didn’t even move as she was so tired. Mischief opened her eyes and then closed them again when she saw it was me. Aurora was so in love with her. I knew I’d done a good thing.
???
“Check your house,” I muttered as I gazed angrily at the new message on my phone. I hit redial and got a disconnected tone. Fucker. Check the house for what? I walked outside into the fenced front yard where I had let Ares, Luna, Skippy, and Mischief out and dialled Dylan.
“I’ll have Davies over soon,” Dylan spoke. His mind had gone where mine had.
“Davies will detect any cameras or mics?”
“If they are there, he will,” Dylan promised and hung up.
I wasn’t surprised to see Davies arrive an hour later with Dylan by his side.
“He’s got his scanning shit to find cameras and mics,” Dylan announced and shrugged. Aurora was at Calamity and Rosie’s and wasn’t aware this was happening. Fanatic had picked her up early as he was checking in there before driving to Spearfish, where Hellfire was based.
We waited outside as Davies completed his check and returned to fetch us. By the expression on Davies’s face, the news was freaking shit.
“Every room has a camera and mic. The bedroom and bathroom two,” Davies reported, and a chill ran down my back.
“Show me,” I said, and Davies led the way. When he showed me the first camera, I went to remove it, but Davies stopped me.
“Leave it. That fucker’s recording live, they all are, so I should be able to backtrack the signal,” Davies muttered under his breath. I nodded as Davies showed me where each camera and mic were.
“Asshole’s been in the house,” I growled once again outside. Davies was inside working from the bedroom with his laptop, tracking the feed backwards.
“Yeah, and we’ve got no idea who is targeting Aurora. Any exes she has mentioned?” Dylan asked, and I shook my head.
“None that she’s been bothered enough to mention.”
“Fuck, we’re blind here,” Dylan muttered.
“Think you better come see this,” Davies declared as he approached. “I’m scrambling the feeds for now, so it will seem like interference. But you needed to look at this.” I followed him upstairs and into my bedroom. Davies looked placid as he raised the mattress, and I saw three pairs of Aurora’s knickers under it.
“Get a bag,” Dylan demanded, horrified. It took me a few minutes to understand what he was saying and what I was saying.
Then it hit. The motherfucker hadn’t only been in our house. He’d taken Aurora’s panties and masturbated with them. His DNA was all over them, and I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. That fucker had been watching my girl and me have sex, and we’d done it on Aurora’s spunk-encrusted underwear.
When I returned, Dylan had the underwear in a bag, and I spotted a pair of boxers.
