Page 69 of Micah
“You didn't even let me finish.”
“Didn't have to.”
His laugh follows me all the way across the yard.
Smartass.
Inside my cabin, I toss my keys onto the kitchen counter and strip out of my dusty work clothes.
Five minutes.
That's all this shower gets.
I've got surveillance feeds to check.
My private security network comes alive the second I touch the monitor mounted beside the bedroom door.
Eight camera angles.
Thermal imaging.
Perimeter sensors.
Satellite backup.
The whole system hidden beneath what looks like a regular log cabin.
Nobody would ever guess.
Solar panels on the roof.
Battery bank underground.
Dedicated satellite uplink hidden inside what looks like an old windmill.
The cabin's camouflage. The technology isn't.
Every camera reports green.
Ranch secure.
North pasture secure.
Main gate secure.
The Watering Hole camera?
All online.
I pull the feed onto the larger monitor.
Sloane's behind the bar.
Busy.
Always busy.
She's carrying two loaded trays while Patrick does what exactly?
