Page 74 of Misrule
They all left together, although, once they reached the main road, Bailey turned Roxy’s Escalade, followed by Zoann in her Jeep, in the opposite direction from Kendall’s Navigator.
Tomorrow night would be just like old times. Meanwhile, Roxy intended to find a way to talk to Knox in private.
They had a lot to discuss and some very dirty fucking to engage in. Roxy couldn’t wait.
In the living room, Knox found the shelf of knick-knacks Outlaw had told him about, and added another one to the mix, one with a camera in the eye. Time was racing by. In the blink of an eye, over two hours had passed.
He needed to get everything else finished. He didn’t think the meeting would be over for a few hours, but he didn’t want to chance Kendall returning home early and finding him in her house.
In Kendall’s elegant little office, where her degrees graced the wall, she had more family photos on a shelf behind her desk.
Knox almost believed she missed her family. But not Kendall. She had no motherly genes. Nor the genes that made her a good wife and friend.
As he started to open one of the desk drawers, he remembered Outlaw had asked Knox to find Kendall’s medications, note the date they’d been filled, the quantity of each bottle, and the amount of pills left.
Too bad he didn’t have time for such an inconsequential task. Outlaw would just have to deal with it and find another way to invade even more of her privacy.
Knox scowled. He hated Kendall but the cop in him despised Outlaw’s criminal behavior. A problem to solve another day.
Brushing aside his annoyance, Knox yanked open the top desk drawer, finding nothing.
Slamming the drawer shut, he went to the fake plant on the file cabinet and attached the tiny camera on the stem. Satisfied at his progress, he left that room behind and went to the den. A huge TV hung on the wall.
Knox pulled up one of Stretch’s programs, punched in the code the man had given him, then logged into his surveillance system.
There he stood, in the middle of Kendall’s den, playing on the phone while being watched by the Smart TV Stretch had hacked into.
Satisfied, he went back to his suitcase, picked up his checklist, and scratched off another room. He still had the kids’ rooms and the patio to do, along with the foyer. Unfortunately, there were not many places to hide a camera in the foyer, so he wired a tiny microphone along the baseboard near the front door.
At his suitcase once again, he decided to bring it upstairs with him, since he also needed to do the hallway. That would be a lot to lug in his arms.
Just as he zipped up his suitcase, grabbed the handle and stood to head to the second floor, the front door opened.
Fuck!
Not having time to explore his options, he rushed behind the den door, attempting to angle his body and the suitcase to hide. Through the crack, he watched as Kendall sailed into the room.
Knox tensed.
She stopped in the middle of the floor and turned in a circle.
Quickly, Knox diverted his gaze away. He didn’t want Kendall to notice his eye staring at her.
“Something’s not right,” Kendall said in confusion. “What’s not right…Shit! Hello? Whose here? Johnnie?”
She drew in a deep, quivering breath. Knox could almost feel her rising panic. Her footsteps drew steadily closer to the door he stood behind.
Suddenly, she stopped again, pulling out her cell phone.
Knox held his breath, worried that she’d hear him. He was afraid to move, afraid to do anything that would give him away. He prayed his cell phone didn’t ring.
Any minute he expected exposure. He waited. His heart pounded. Sweat slid down his temples.
If she discovered him, Outlaw would be furious that Knox had failed to do the job he’d been paid to do. Johnnie might be angry on Kendall’s behalf. Even if he wasn’t, Roxanne would be.
“Johnnie?” Kendall whispered, still standing near the door.
“Yes, Kendall?” His voice rang through the speakerphone.
