One Four-Hundred-Dollar Hotel Charge Sent Me Home Three Weeks Ahead of Schedule
He walked into the house and shoved the heavy wooden door closed behind him.
I hit the spacebar on my keyboard.
The video feed froze.
The screen held a high-definition image of a dark figure walking into my home under the bright porch light.
The clock in the bottom right corner of the camera feed ticked over to twelve seventeen.
The heavy front door shut behind the man.
A second later the porch light clicked off, and the driveway went completely black.
I leaned in closer to the monitor.