Page 4 of Sweet Psycho


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“Anything?” I ask Ocean with a yawn. It looks like Owen stays holed up in his off-the-grid farmhouse. Or what appears to be a farmhouse. The second I got his address, Ocean was in hot pursuit. I had to pull her back. I didn’t have proof, but I had a sense that if she got too close with the drone, it would be gone in no time at all. It would be way too easy to fly in.

“Don’t do that.” She yawns back. “No movement yet, but maybe if I got just a little bit closer, we could see more.” It’s tempting, but I don’t want to give us up by making a rookie mistake with the drone.

“Don’t do it.” I can’t put my finger on this yet. I don’t care if you're a farmer living in the middle of nowhere, there is no way that you don’t have the Internet. So far, I’m not picking up on anything.

“I could use a new drone anyways,” she counters like they grow on trees. Not the kind she has.

“Could he have his own satellite?” I mutter to myself.

“What! He got a satellite and I only have drones?”

“Why do you need a satellite?” I ask her even as I steal access to one myself. My patience is wearing thinner with each minute that passes. I’m going in. I’ll clean up behind myself.

“What are you doing?” Ocean asks. I flip my screen to let her see. “Oh, do we have a satellite now? What else can I ask for?” I zoom in as far as I can. “A cat!”

“You want a cat?” That should be easy enough.

“No! There is a cat on his porch.” I grab my glasses and push them onto my face to lean in closer to the screen. Well, I’ll be damned if there isn’t the most adorable fluffy cat stretched out in the morning sun.

“He’s handsome.”

“Like his owner?”

A small growl leaves me.

“What? You’re the one that said the handsome thing about him to begin with.”

“You don’t have to throw it in my face. I only—” I cut the feed, pulling back.

“What happened?” Ocean asks.

“The cat distracted me! I almost got caught.” I blow out a breath. That was a close one.

“By this Owen guy or whoever’s satellite you stole?”

“I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it.”

“You know I can build a satellite. I’m just not sure how we would shoot it into space.”

I snort a laugh. “You don’t need a satellite.”

“Why not? Then a cat couldn’t sneak up on you.”

“You’d need more than one. It’s easier to grab one in a location you desire.”

“Right, I forget that the world isn’t flat.” A giggle pops free even though I’m super irritated at the moment. “Oh, I got pictures coming for you. There isn’t a ton and nothing juicy, but it’s something to start with.”

Images of Owen pop up on my computer. It’s of him randomly out and about. His face had been picked up on cameras. She’s right; there isn’t anything worth crap in them. This man really does keep a low profile.

“We’re going to have to go out there. On foot.”

“Really?” Ocean gets way too excited.

“Maybe, I don’t know.” Another one of those stupid growls leaves me.

“You know you don’t have to do this.”

I’m not giving up now. It’s not only about beating Parks anymore. My curiosity is killing me with this man. I have this need to know more about him. I stare at one of the pictures of him at the grocery store. A pretty blonde is trying to chat him up. I pull the footage, annoyed that there is no sound. I watch as the woman snags his attention. He responds to whatever she says before the woman laughs.

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