Page 13 of Doxed

She knows who I am.

Well, not who I am. Of course, she wouldn't know that. Surely she wouldn’t remember my name from the trials; I didn't testify. But I remembered her name. I burned it into my memory when I sat in that courtroom across the aisle from her. But she knows what I look like now.

She’ll know who I am soon though, and then she’ll hate me almost as much as I hate her.

I made a rookie mistake getting too close to her, but I wanted to watch her with Carlos; figure out what they were to one another.

I found out what they were when I watched them have sex through the camera I placed in his room before I left.

Nothing.

No passion. No lust. No kink. They were boring as hell. I expected more from someone who fucks for a living.

It doesn't matter.

On to other, less personal matters, I’m thirteen hours into a job for a client when I yank open the drawer in my desk and grab my eyedrops. My eyes are drying up and getting uncomfortable.

Tipping my head back, I open my eyes wide and squeeze a few drops into both eyes before squeezing them shut and blinking repeatedly.

An alert sounds from my computers and my head snaps forward as I toss the drops on the desk, reaching for my mouse. That alert means there's movement in Briar’s apartment. I wasn't expecting her back until Monday at the earliest.

But Briar isn't the one walking through her apartment with a flashlight.

A man walks in, his baseball cap pulled low over his eyes as he swipes the light around the apartment.

He flips on a light in the kitchen and hefts his big ass onto the small granite island.

He wiggles the long cover for the tube lights off and sets it next to his dusty ass boots.

My hand tenses over my mouse when I see the small camera he fits into the fixture before putting the cover back over the lights.

Who the fuck? I'll go back and get a shot of his face after he leaves. I could see the side of his face clearly as he stared up at the light.

He hops down and walks into the living room and I switch my eyes to the camera in there.

The flashlight flashes over the entertainment center and the large window and then the wall where the controls are.

He sticks the butt of the flashlight into his mouth while he pulls a small knife out of his jeans’ back pocket.

My heart pounds in my chest as he pops the panel off, just like I did. He takes the flashlight out and shines it right in the lens of my camera that he just found, obscuring most of his face.

The man runs his tongue over his teeth, standing completely still otherwise, then he yanks my camera out and the small box it was feeding goes dark. That was going to go one of two ways. He was either going to get spooked and leave, or do exactly as he did.

I watch the camera in Briar’s room next, but he doesn’t go in there. Instead, I watch from the kitchen camera as he flips the light off and gets the hell out of there.

Interesting.

Who else is watching my target?

Rewinding the tape, I take a shot of his face and start running it through my systems. He had too much experience for me to not get a hit from somewhere. He was too calm seeing my camera, and he knew the best places to stage them.