Page 94 of The Last Morgan
As a child. Riding her bike in the garden. Playing with her brothers. Blowing out birthday candles.
Her throat tightened.
"And it gets worse," Corey stated.
He pushed forward more photos.
Lucy’s heart sank.
Photos of her brushing her hair in front of her mirror. Sleeping. Standing by her window.
Pictures of the night she first saw Byron in the garden.
Byron shot to his feet, the chair slamming back.
"They were WATCHING us?" he roared, fury radiating from him.
Lucy jumped, her chest squeezing painfully.
Corey was already on his feet, hands raised.
"Byron — listen."
Byron's hands fisted.
"It could’ve been a long-range camera," Corey said, his voice steady. "Maybe a dormant system. Maybe automated. You couldn’t have known."
Byron paced like a caged predator; shoulders coiled with tension.
"They watched her sleep," he spat. "They watched her LIVE."
Lucy felt Byron’s anger like it was her own, burning through her chest.
Barnaby looked up from his laptop, pale.
"And it wasn’t just archived stuff," Barnaby added quietly. "Some of those cameras were still live feeds. Jimmy’s been keeping tabs on everything."
Lucy clenched her fists.
"I want them all destroyed," she shouted.
Corey nodded. "Already in motion."
Corey laid out a rough, hand-drawn map on the table.
"From the surveillance timestamps, Damien and I tracked three places Jimmy hit recently."
He pointed them out.
"Old warehouses. Abandoned school properties. Probably moving safe houses. He’s smart — never stays long."
Lucy studied the map, her blood simmering.
She quickly changed the subject,
“On our journey,” Lucy began, glancing around the table, “we found something interesting, coins! — each coin had a clue that might lead us to whatever it is they’ve been hunting for.”
She leaned forward slightly. “Barnaby’s working on decrypting them. Once he’s done, we should have coordinates. Another breadcrumb trail… and probably another step closer to that stalker bastard.”
