Chapter 22

Owen quickly put on some clothes, his mind racing with anger and suspicion. Who was taking those photos? Could Marah have someone tailing Serena without his knowledge? He had to find out.

He dashed out the door, his steps quick and purposeful. The cool night air did nothing to calm his nerves. He headed towards the house next door, where he had seen the camera flashes. His heart pounded as he reached the door and, without hesitation, he kicked it open with a powerful blow.

The door flew open, and the first person he saw was a young boy, barely in his late teens, standing there with wide eyes, both scared and defiant. The room was cluttered with computer equipment, camera gear, and piles of paper. The boy’s hands were trembling, a camera hanging loosely around his neck.

“Who took the photos of my apartment a few minutes ago?” Owen demanded, his voice a mixture of anger and desperation. “Someone better start talking.”

The boy swallowed hard, glancing nervously around the room as if