A few minutes later, after our lovemaking in the shower, we dry each other gently and get dressed in comfortable clothes. We order room service that neither of us really wants, but force ourselves to eat.
We're almost feeling normal when my phone rings.
It's from my personal number and only one family has it, and my bestie, Susie.
I answer on speaker, with my heart already sinking.
No voice, just a video attachment.
I open it. Tony's already moving closer, watching over my shoulder.
The footage is from across the street through a high-powered scope or camera. Showing our penthouse and showing us earlier, before the shower, during our argument.
Vincent's voice overlays the images: "Nice place. Expensive, but glass walls make poor shields."
The camera zooms in, revealing intimate details of our space. Our bedroom, our living room. Everything.
"I can see everything, Katherine. Every movement. Every intimate moment."
Tony's face has gone white.
