Page 27 of Daddy's Protection
He shone the flashlight on the wall. Three lines had been cut in the sheetrock wall, joining with the floor line to form a square.
“What happened there?” she asked.
Isaiah sat the flashlight down, jiggled the wall, and easily removed the part that had been cut.
“Someone,” he said, “made a secret passage. And I’m willing to bet it goes in the space between the wall and that parlor.”
Isaiah looked behind him when Cami cried out. She was covering her mouth, her eyes open wide in evident fright. “Someone was in my house!”
“It’s okay, honey. Remember, you’re not alone. Me and the Guard are going to figure out what’s going on. I promise.”
With each passing second, it was becoming more evident that this threat wasn’t supernatural.
Not that he’d ever thought it was.
But while the thought of humans “haunting” Cami’s home must have been terrifying to her, it was a relief to him.
He’d dealt with humans plenty of times. He understood them. He’d tracked them.
They didn’t scare him.
Isaiah was acutely aware of his apex status. While that might sound arrogant to some, it was born out of experience. His time in the Navy as a SEAL and his nights on the streets patrolling Los Angeles had forced a confidence in him. He’d use it now for Cami’s advantage.
Because no one—absolutely no one—was going to hurt his babygirl. Ever.
“I’m going in,” he announced.
He had to get on his stomach and army crawl through, but a second later, he was in a tiny space between two walls that barely gave him enough space to stand and move. But he could do it. And a smaller person would have no problems at all.
It was more than enough room for someone to hide a projector, fake the ghosts, and terrify sweet Little Cami.
Now, Isaiah just needed to find out who would do such a thing.
And stop them before they could scare his cutie again.
And make them pay.
Chapter 12
“It’s repulsive!” Lana yelled with an excited laugh.
She was right, Cami thought. The ghoulish scene before them was quite repulsive, indeed.
They were back at the Guard’s mansion. Before them were two “corpses”—a man and a woman—standing in the backyard. They had molten, spotted skin that drooped off their faces revealing tormented, sunken eyes. Patchy hair sprouted on top of their heads, broken up by the chunks of exposed skull.
“Oh, it gets better,” Stryker announced. “Harrison, if you would be so kind as to do the honors.”
Holding his phone, Harrison nodded and then tapped on the screen.
Suddenly, the corpses’ jaws fell slack. An ear-piercing scream emitted from them as their skin slid off their face to reveal a now fully exposed skull.
Their eyes glowed a bright red, too.
“That’s awesome!” Cami, Iris, and Lana cheered in unison while clapping.
From the patio, Isaiah asked, “How many more freaky things you going to bring over, Stryker?”
The director grinned devilishly. “As many as y’all want! We have a Halloween party to plan for.”
