Chapter 10 Sebastian #3
In fact, now that I try to remember the pictures and videos, all except the ones of Starling sucking my dick in the golf cart seem to have been taken from a higher angle.
Looking up at the sky, I question if a drone could have stumbled over our property and just happened to see Starling and me being intimate, but if it had, the pictures would have been from directly overhead.
Walking into the house, I climb the stairs and find Starling in the shower.
“Where’s your cell?” I ask her.
Shrugging, her eyes drop to my dick, but I smile, then walk back into the bedroom to look for her purse.
Finding it in the living room, I open the message exchange with Birdsflyhigh, gritting my teeth at the message where Courtney tells Starling she needs to divorce me, and instead scroll up until I find the pictures and videos of us.
Looking at each one in turn, I notice something I hadn’t considered before. Apart from the one of us on the golf cart, they all seem to have been taken from a similar raised angle. Scoffing angrily, I move from room to room, working my way through each picture.
“What are you doing?” Starling asks, padding downstairs in a thin T-shirt and jean shorts, her wet hair hanging over her shoulder.
“I think I know where these pictures came from.”
“What? They came from Courtney. We already know that.”
“No. I mean, I think I know who took them.”
“Who?”
“We did.”
Her expression morphs from confused to unsure to furious. “Excuse me?” she asks coldly.
“Go sit on the couch,” I tell her.
“No. You can’t say we took the pictures and then just tell me to sit down,” she snaps.
“I need to test something. So go and sit on the couch,” I tell her again.
Stomping to the couch, she sits down on the very edge, glaring acidically at me.
Lifting her cell into the air, I position it in front of the tiny security camera hidden in the corner of the room and snap a picture.
Lowering my arm, I look at the picture, then compare it to the one Courtney sent us. The angle is the same.
“Look,” I say, holding the cell out to her, showing her the two pictures.
“What the fuck?” she whispers. “Clay said our security system was impenetrable.”
“Nothing is impenetrable. But she must have an incredibly talented hacker on her side to be able to get these.”
“So, all of the pictures are from our own security cameras? No one was in our home?” Starling asks, her voice wavering.
“All of them, apart from the golf cart, look like they’re stills from the security cameras, but I’ll have Clay take a look when he gets here later. Maybe he’ll have some insight into how they accessed our security system,” I tell her.
Starling can’t seem to stop glancing in the direction of the security cameras as she sits perched on the edge of the couch while we wait for our friends to arrive. By the time we’re all sat around the table, eating the huge Mexican buffet I asked Armand to cook for us, Starling is still tense.
“Clay, can you turn off the camera in this room while we eat?” I ask him.
“Of course,” Clay says, pulling his tablet from his ever-present bag and tapping at the screen.
“It’s off, but is there a reason why? Are we planning to kill Courtney?
Because I’m down for that, but we need to make sure that January can’t be accused, so I should arrange for her to stay at my parents’ for a few days. ”
“Bunny should go too,” Hunter agrees. “Maybe you should take a trip out to visit your dad and your grandparents,” he tells his wife.
“I’m not going anywhere, so don’t even suggest it,” Sammy hisses, flashing Evan a determined glance.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. And who would even suspect a pregnant woman?” Evan says.
“We’re not planning a murder,” Starling snarls impatiently.
All eyes turn to me as I reach over and pluck Starling from her chair, pulling her into my lap.
“I had another look at the pictures Courtney sent to us, and I’m fairly sure that all of them, except for the one when we’re in the golf cart, are stills and videos taken from our security footage.
” Opening Starling’s cell, I show them one of the original pictures Birdsflyhigh sent, then the one I took earlier.
“Holy shit, how did I not notice that earlier?” Clay growls beneath his breath.
“Is it possible for someone to hack our security system?” Starling asks Clay.
“It’s always possible, but it’s not likely.
It’s a closed network connected to an on-site server.
To hack it, someone would have to physically hardwire into the server room to access the data.
The cameras are manned full time by our security staff so they’d have…
” Clay’s words trail off as he lifts his gaze and looks at me.
“It’s one of our staff. That’s the only thing that makes sense. ”
“Wait, someone we employ took pictures of Sebastian and me having sex and gave them to Courtney? That doesn’t make any sense. How would they know she knew us? We pay our staff well, don’t we? I don’t understand why they’d do that,” Starling blurts, her expression shocked and upset.
“We pay our staff incredibly well. We own the security company, and I don’t know who would do this.
We haven’t fired anyone, and everyone has to consent to a full background check before we’ll employ them.
We know everything about them, including what brand of underwear they prefer before we put them on the payroll,” Clay says, sounding almost as shocked as Starling.
“How did they get the picture of you getting golf cart road head then?” Sammy asks. “You said all the rest looked like they were stills from the security cameras, except for that one. What makes that one different?”
“It was taken from behind us, at the same level, like whoever took it was following us,” I say, my voice quieter as my thoughts get louder. “Clay, can you pull up the security roster? Who was working Starling’s security on the day of the baby shower?” I ask.
“James, obviously. Then, Tom, Josh, and Luke,” Clay says, reading names from his cell.
“Are they the ones who were here the day I was supposed to go back to school?” Starling asks me, turning in my lap so we’re face-to-face.
“Only James and Tom. The others are from a rotating staff of eight that work in shifts so that you’re always covered.”
“But James works all the time?” she questions.
“I assigned him a house in the grounds when he started acting as your full-time bodyguard and driver,” I tell her.
“It was Tom,” Clay announces, spinning his tablet screen around to show us a series of emails from him to the email address birdsflyhigh2025@. The emails are surprisingly short, with no real interaction or anything that gives us a hint of why either decided to do this in the first place.
“Now, we’re planning the murder,” Evan says with a crazed laugh.
“No. We’re not killing anyone,” Starling yells.
“We can’t just fire him. This—” I start, but Starling interrupts me.
“I never said we should fire him.”
Evan, Clay, Hunter, and I all start to talk at once, but Starling slips off my lap and pushes to her feet to silence us.
“Clay, can you hack into his cell or his computer or something? We need to know more about his and Courtney’s relationship and find real proof that he’s the one who took the picture of us on the golf cart.
Then…are there cameras in the security room?
Can you get proof of him accessing the footage?
” Turning to look at me, she arches her brow.
“I’m assuming we make our staff sign an NDA? ”
I nod. “Of course.”
“Good. Then we need to know everything about both of them.”
“What do you have planned, Little Bird?” I ask, my dick hardening at the malicious gleam in my wife’s beautiful eyes.
“We’re going to do what we do,” she says, slowly turning to look at all of our friends before lowering her gaze to me. “We’re going to embrace our psycho club natures, and we’re going to ruin them.”