Ottoline crossed to it.

A second later the feed went black.

I sat in my car staring at the dead black rectangle where my kitchen had been a moment before, and a new kind of fear opened under me.

Until that instant, I had held one advantage: they did not know I knew.

My whole careful strategy — the hidden camera, the samples, the backups — had depended on my being the only one aware that the secret was cracking.

And now that advantage was gone.