Oh god. If he's watching, he's seeing me talk to myself and crack up like a lunatic.
That thought only makes me laugh harder.
Great. Now I must look completely unhinged.
Still grinning, I wipe at the tears in my eyes as I make my way out of the living room, back to the staircase. The lights flicker on automatically as I climb, guiding my path. Show-off.
At the top of the stairs, I turn left, but there's only one thick door—and it's locked. I glare at the electric pad where the keyhole should be. Seriously? Why does he need such a high-tech house anyway?
This place is stuck in the middle of nowhere, Seattle—if the endless weed, wild grass, and stuff surrounding it is anything to go by. And according to him, it doesn't even technically exist on the map.
So how the hell did he manage to get all this state-of-the-art security installed out here?
