Three months earlier, I had authorized a complete upgrade of the estate’s security grid.

Over thirty high-definition, concealed cameras now covered every hallway, living area, kitchen, garden, and entry point.

There were no cameras in bedrooms or bathrooms, but there were more than enough to reveal what happened in my home when everyone believed I was thousands of miles away.

I slipped into the climate-controlled monitoring room tucked behind the garage, and Hector locked the heavy door behind us.

In front of me was a massive wall of glowing monitors.