Chapter 4 - The Unblinking Dome
Claire does not look at him.
She drags her spine up the side of the massive kitchen island.
Her breathing is ragged, whistling through her teeth.
Her fingers crawl blindly under the heavy granite overhang.
They search the dark, hidden underside of the wood.
They find a small, grooved plastic square.
She presses it inward.
A high-pitched, electronic beep pierces the kitchen air.
The sound makes the older woman flinch on the floor.
Claire raises her arm.
She points a single, trembling finger directly toward the high ceiling.
Tucked into the corner of the crown molding is a black, glass dome.
A tiny, steady red light pulses from its center.
"Camera recorded everything."
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a shattered smartphone.
Her thumb taps three numbers onto the cracked glass.
May you like
"Calling police."
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