Chapter 7 — The Blinking Light

I saw it while I was lying there, forcing my breathing to slow: a tiny blue light, blinking steadily, high up near the top of the metal storage shelves.

It was a compact security camera.

And I had installed it myself, in secret, two weeks earlier.

I had put it there after finding something I was not supposed to find — tax documents, buried in our home office, that connected my downtown commercial property to something called the Beatrice Elaine Montgomery Revocable Trust.

My mother-in-law’s private trust.