Page 115 of Hunt Me, Daddy
“Less than a day.”
A thin pressure moved through my chest.
“How long until you had my address?”
His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
“Thirty hours,” he said.
“And you came into my apartment.”
“Yes.”
The word sat between us, and it made me want to throw something, but I contained myself, just barely.
“What was the first time?”
“To plant hardware.”
“Surveillance hardware.”
“Yes.”
“Say the whole thing.”
His gaze did not move. “I entered your apartment without your knowledge and planted surveillance hardware.”
The room seemed colder after that.
“Why?”
“To monitor for Orlov approach vectors.”
“Do not lie to me.”
A pause. Then, “Because I decided your safety mattered more than your consent.”
My fingers curled against my thigh.
“And the crossword?”
His eyes softened a fraction.
“I saw it on your kitchen table.”
“You filled it in.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I knew the answers.”
“That is not a why.”
“No,” he said. “It is the first reason I gave myself.”
“And the real one?”
