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NINE
At first, I thought the pounding in my head had woken me.
Where was I? The basement. I’d slept in the basement again. I took a split second to orient myself, then rolled to the side. And nearly stood on Alex. In sleep, he looked peaceful, stretched out on the floor with one arm crossed over his stomach and the other flung out across the floor. But why the hell was he still here?
And why was my smartwatch vibrating?
I glanced at the screen and saw the words I’d always dreaded.
Signal interrupted.
When I glanced over at my monitors, my extra eyes, all was well at the Craft Cabin and my rural hideaway, but the screens for my home were blank. They’d taken out part of my network. The feeds from the hardwired router were still running, but the local wireless cameras were dead.
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