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TWENTY-NINE

ANONYMOUS

Out of the many camera feeds from The Splendors Mansion, only one is of interest to me right now.

I lean closer, watching you approach the entrance.

“Here you are,” I whisper, my eyes glued to the screen.

I watch your expression. You are focused. Always are. You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you came to The Splendors. Lying is hard work, but you are good at it.

“Yes, you are,” I whisper bitterly.

You receive a message on your phone, but you’re too engrossed in the guests to check it. It’s all right. I’ll do it for you, as always—every call, every message on your phone is reflected on my spyware app that’s synced with your device.

I’m watching you every minute I can. Indoors. Outdoors. At your place, yes, your place. I’ve been there. It’s a shithole. Years of work, and you still don’t have anything to show for it, though you think this time will be different.

You seem slightly upset, which is understandable in your position. I’d feel bad for you if I didn’t know you better and everything you’ve done in the past. Including the secret you buried in that cabin in the woods.

You think you have everyone fooled.

Maybe. Just not me. You are an opportunist. I know you well and why you are here. Soon, I’ll make all your secrets rain on you all at once.

That’s a promise, Nick.