Chapter 2 - Mark Realizes The Security Camera Wasn't The Only Record
The fragments of the shattered plastic dome security camera crunched beneath Mark’s expensive leather shoes as he stood panting in the suburban foyer.
His dark eyes darted frantically around the spacious entrance hall, searching for any other possible electronic eyes watching his every move.
Emily stared down at the broken plastic shards on the tile floor, her dusty-rose dress trembling as a wave of cold dread washed over her.
“You absolute fool, Mark... you think smashing one camera erases everything?” Eleanor asked calmly, her voice dripping with lethal composure.
Mark clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned completely white against the rich mahogany trim of the front door frame.
“There are no other feeds in this entryway, old woman! I checked the floor plans before we drove up from Manhattan!” Mark snarled defensively.
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Eleanor slowly lifted the bloodstained linen cloth away from her lip, revealing a small, cold smile that cut straight through his arrogant bravado.
“Floor plans only show what the architects want you to see, Mark, not what a protective mother installs over thirty years of residency.”
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