Chapter 3 - The Surveillance Setup
By four o'clock that afternoon, I had transformed our peaceful suburban house in Katy into a digital fortress.
While David was still at his accounting firm in downtown Houston, I called a local high-end security company.
I paid three thousand dollars in cash to have eight micro-cameras installed in complete secrecy throughout the house.
One camera was hidden inside a smoke detector directly above the home office desk where the blue binder sat.
Another was concealed inside a book on the shelf facing the master bedroom closet.
Three more covered the back porch, the kitchen entry door, and the main driveway leading to the street.
The technician handed me a sleek black tablet sync-linked directly to my phone with encrypted, real-time streaming capability.
"These cameras record in four-K resolution with full spatial audio, ma'am," the technician explained, handing me the receipt.
"Even if someone cuts your main power line, the backup battery units will keep recording for forty-eight hours."
I thanked him, paid the bill, and hid the installation documents deep inside my vehicle's spare tire compartment.
At six-thirty, the sound of David’s sedan pulling into the driveway echoed through the quiet house.
I stood at the kitchen island, calmly chopping vegetables for dinner as if it were any ordinary Thursday evening.
David walked in, kissed my cheek, and grabbed a bottle of sparkling water from the refrigerator.
"How was your day, honey?" he asked casually, loosening his silk tie.
"How did your mother's cardiology appointment go at the Texas Medical Center?" I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on the knife.
David paused for a fraction of a second, his shoulders tightening before he took a quick sip of water.
"Oh, it went great," David replied effortlessly, offering a warm, deceptive smile.
"The doctor said her heart is stronger than ever."
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My blood turned into liquid nitrogen right then and there.
He was in on it.
