Chapter 10 #2
“I’ve been monitoring his home via the cameras and the company that monitors his ankle monitor.
Those things are supposed to signal if he goes outside the prescribed areas.
If he leaves the house, he has to call in and let them know he’s leaving, where he’s going, and how long he’ll be there.
If it’s not one of the few places he’s permitted to be, they deny his request, and if he goes anyway, they’ll be alerted.
“Earlier, he went to the office of his parole officer, then returned home—no big deal. Then, later, he was puttering around the house. I had to deal with a customer call right after you left. By the time I got back to my observing, the house was empty. His car was gone. I thought he must’ve called in a new destination, but when I checked the monitoring company’s call logs, they had nothing.
A check of the actual system itself showed he was still at the house.
“At first, I thought I was missing him in a camera dead zone, but after fifteen minutes, I knew he was gone. I used the cameras to examine and zoom in on whatever was in their field of sight. I almost missed it. Lying on the floor, underneath the living room’s coffee table, was the monitor.
It’s supposed to alarm if removed, but if you know what you’re doing, you can trick it.
I never thought about him knowing how to do it.
Guys, I hate to say it, but he’s in the wind. ” Outlaw’s voice held remorse.
“Outlaw, don’t you dare feel guilty. I can hear and see it.
You did nothing wrong. I never expected you to watch him twenty-four hours a day.
And even if you did, and you saw what he was up to, what could you have done?
Called the cops? His parole officer? One of the guys?
Even if you did, Marshall would’ve been gone before anyone got there.
We’d be in the same boat as we are now,” I defended Outlaw.
“It’s possible he’s out doing something he isn’t allowed to do, but it doesn’t mean he’s not returning home. We might still be able to retrieve him later. And if we can’t, we’ll make another plan,” Dayanara stated bracingly.
“Thanks, guys, I appreciate your words, but I still feel like hell that he’s gone and no one knows where. I’ll keep watch, and if he comes back, I’ll let everyone know,” Outlaw promised.
“Do you happen to know when he’s supposed to meet again with his PO?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact, I do. To start, it’s every Monday at ten,” Outlaw said.
“Good. Again, thanks,” Stalker told him.
“I’ve got to say, you’re taking it better than we hoped,” Tank replied.
“After waiting as long as I have for revenge, a few more days or weeks won’t kill me. I believe that eventually, karma will catch up to the motherfucker. I just want to be there when it does. If I can’t be a part of his destruction, I’m not sure I can fully put him in the past,” Daya admitted.
“Honey, if it takes us years, then we’ll wait. He’ll reveal himself one day,” Bull vowed.
“Christ, we need to warn Breezy and bring her here,” I exclaimed.
Daya gasped. Before total panic took over, Bull interrupted.
“I already sent Stryder and Torque to get her. She’s staying with you, right?” Tank asked Daya.
“Yes. I spoke to her two hours ago. She was fine and at the house. I should call her to be sure,” Daya said.
“Go ahead. The guys might already be there. As for your brother, Stryder volunteered to tell him. He figured it was better not to have you do it. You and your sister should stay here until we find and contain Webb,” Bull informed her.
“Thank you. We appreciate it. I know we’ll both feel safer here. I want her where there are eyes on her at all times,” Daya admitted.
She pressed the buttons, then held her phone to her ear.
Her teeth were biting her bottom lip. The frown on her face didn’t ease until she said in relief, “Breezy, are you alright? Is anyone there with you?” Her finger pressed on the phone’s screen again, and then we could hear the other end of the conversation.
“Daya, hi, I’m good. And no, I’m not alone.
Torque and Stryder arrived a couple of minutes ago.
They told me that Marshall somehow slipped his electronic leash.
They want me to pack clothes for both of us to stay for a while.
I was about to call you and ask, then my phone rang.
” There was an edge of tension to her voice.
“Oh, thank you, Jesus. Okay, do whatever they tell you. Pack enough clothes and incidentals for two weeks. You know where my stuff is. You’ll be safe here,” Daya assured her.
“I know that, but what about you? What if he catches you out working? He could pop up anywhere,” Breezy exclaimed.
“Usually, that would be true, but I spoke to my boss today. I told him I had to take leave to be with you. He wasn’t thrilled.
Bitched because I didn't ask sooner. I told him it wasn’t as if we'd known about Marshall’s release in advance.
And either I could take leave or resign.
He didn’t like the last idea. He knows if that happens, I’ll have my pick of places to work, especially with his top competitors. We’re taking it a week at a time.”
“Well, that’s one less thing to worry about.
If either of you needs to leave the compound for any reason, let us know in advance, and we’ll send a couple of guys with you.
While I know you can take care of yourself, Daya, it doesn’t change the fact that, for our mental health, we have to do it,” Stalker told them. Neither one argued with us.
“Predator, Stalker, we’ll have Breezy back there in no time. One of us will message when we’re ready to head home,” Stryder called out from the background.
“We’ll be waiting. Be careful. Keep those heads on a swivel,” I warned them.
There was a brief moment of saying goodbye between the sisters before the call ended. Knowing we needed a distraction and that the former sexy mood had been ruined, I racked my brain to figure out what to do.
“Can we talk about Marshall again?” Stalker asked.
Both Daya and I nodded yes.
“Alright, we assume this is just an unauthorized trip, and he’ll be back soon. I wonder what was so urgent that he had to slip away. Is he meeting with someone he shouldn’t? I think it’s likely,” Stalker said to the group.
“It’s possible, although I don’t know who it would be.
When he went to prison, the people who considered him a friend and his work colleagues evaporated.
They wanted nothing to do with him. He seemed surprised, but the rest of us weren’t.
There’s a chance that while inside, he befriended someone who’s out.
I should’ve asked Klaus if he knew of anyone paroled that Marshall was close to on the inside,” Daya muttered, taking out her phone again and tapping away.
She was speedy, so it took no time to send.
“If he has another check-in next Monday, would he want to blow it off that quickly? How did he have time to plan his escape or whatever in just over a day?” Tank wondered out loud.
“He either planned shit out while he was still incarcerated or he’s making knee-jerk decisions,” Stalker speculated.
We could theorize all day, but that would get us nowhere. We had to figure out a way to track him. It wasn’t long before Bull, Outlaw, and Tank excused themselves. The three of us were left to wait and worry.