Free The Devil You Know (Sarah Woods Mystery Book 15) by Jennifer L. Jennings Page B

can't believe I hadn't thought about this until just now.”
    “Thought about what?” Olivia asked.
    George rubbed his chin, eyes darting around. “As a matter of fact, I hired a security company a few years ago to install some devices throughout the house. I don't know if there were any set up near the stairwell, but I could contact the company and find out.”
    “Wait a minute,” Olivia said. “You mean to tell me that there are hidden cameras in this house? Even in the bedrooms?”
    “No,” George said. “I don't think there's any in the bedrooms or the bathrooms, just in the main areas of the house.”
    “Why?” Miles asked. “I thought you felt safe here.”
    “A few years ago I had a break in. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. That's when I had the alarm and the cameras installed. I haven't had any other problems, so I just sort of forgot that the cameras are here.”
    I felt like getting to my feet and giving George a standing ovation for his fine performance. Hidden cameras? The guy is a genius!
    “It’s been over thirty days,” Brett said. “Don’t they usually tape over those recording after a certain time has gone by?”
    “It’s possible,” George said with a shrug. “There’s only one way to find out for sure. I’ll call them right after dinner. Maybe there's a way I can access the video via the website.”
    This new development seemed to cause much distress at the dinner table. Even Sasha seemed to have no interest in her cell phone chats.
    Nobody seemed in the mood to eat except for Margaret. “Would someone pass me the rolls?” she asked.
    Olivia sat back, incredulous. “How can anyone eat right now?”
    Brett put his hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Hey, simmer down. Your father has already figured out a way to settle this. If those surveillance videos can prove that no one is to blame, it's a good thing.”
    I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I checked it. Carter needed me to call him ASAP.
    “Please excuse me,” I said to George, getting up. “I have an urgent call to make.”
    George set down his fork and regarded me curiously. “Is everything okay, Tina?”
    “I won’t be long. Please eat before the food gets cold.”
    I left the table, headed upstairs and locked myself in the bedroom.
    When I had Carter on the phone, I could sense his excitement.
    “You’re not going to believe this,” he said. “When I contacted the security company, they were able to confirm that someone had entered the pass code to get inside the house at 11:49 p.m. on the night Josephine died.”
    “This is incredible,” I said. “Josephine’s estimated time of death was between 11:00pm and 1:00am. Whoever came into the house could have killed her.”
    “Only problem is, we can’t prove who actually got inside the house. Who else besides George knows the four digit code?”
    “Well,” I said, thinking it over. “Lucita. But she told me yesterday that she didn’t come back to the house after she left that night around seven-thirty.”
    “Maybe she lied.”
    I checked my watch. 7:15pm. “Hey Carter, I need to let you go. I’m going to try and talk to Lucita before she leaves tonight. I don't have much time.”
    “Okay. Be careful, please.”
     

Chapter 19
     
     
    When I got back downstairs, I bypassed the dining room and went straight into the kitchen to look for Lucita. I couldn’t find her anywhere. I glanced out the window and saw a pair of headlights.
    Shit, was she heading home already? Maybe George had told her to go home early. I exited the side door and ran out into the driveway, being mindful not to slip on the walkway covered with a fresh layer of snow.
    Luckily, Lucita still had the car in park, probably waiting to let the engine warm up. I could barely see her face inside the dark vehicle, only the whites of her eyes.
    I waved my hands up and down as I approached her car, hoping she’d see me before driving off. She cracked her window an inch