Chapter 42

"What is that?"

"Where?"

"On the beam."

He rolled over, looking up into the rafters of his house. "You can see that?"

She laughed. "I have very good vision, I'll have you know."

"You must." He laughed, too. "You're the first person to notice them."

She moved into his arms. "Why do you have cameras on your beams?"

"It was part of a security system. But they've been modified."

"Modified to do what?"

"To take video."

"You take video of people in your bedroom?" She pulled away, pushing at the pillows as she moved into a sitting position. "You make sex films?"

"No, not really," he said, sitting up and trying to tug her into his arms. She moved away. "Emma," he said, reaching for her arm, but she slipped out of his reach.

She walked through his house with her head rolled back on her spine, searching all the beams that crisscrossed his ceilings. She saw another, then another, still another. There were at least six, maybe seven.

"What are they for?"

He was standing against the wa