Free The Property Manager: You'll never rent again... by NS Thompson

it but thought better of it. There is something sacred about a woman’s diary. You can discover what a woman likes, dislikes, finds amusing and is afraid of by getting to know her. You can get inside her mind. You can get inside her body. But you can’t fathom the depths of a woman’s emotional ocean. Reading your thoughts would be taking my research too far. I ran a finger over the cover – a serious, staring face of Buddha – and put the other books back on top, straightening them as I found them.
     
    The smoke alarm was above the door to your bathroom. I’m sorry that I had to use the chair in the corner to stand on to reach the thing. I took off my shoes. It was easy enough to remove from the ceiling, as it was battery operated and self-contained, held there with a strong adhesive strip. Getting my new ‘smoke alarm’ in place was trickier as it was heavier. The last thing I need is for it to drop off and knock you on the head. I pulled the adhesive strip off the old one, very carefully and added that to the bottom of the device. Done. It seemed quite stable with just that little extra stickiness. You’ve guessed by now, haven’t you? This was a smoke alarm with eyes. A hidden surveillance camera sits inside a high grade Sony-colour camera and antenna built into the unit. It is wireless and has a range of up to 700 feet with minimal interference and has a seventy degree angle lens. Operating on batteries means I can only record eight hours or thereabouts before needing to replace them.. I have a transmitter which I will connect up to my lap-top and if I sit in my car, outside your nearest neighbour’s place, where I am out of sight of your house but still in range, I can trigger the camera to begin recording and voila I can have my very own home movies of you my darling – just being you.
    Having installed one, the others were easy. So now I can watch you eat, sleep and work at your computer. I imagine most of the time you’d be fighting the boys for it. I checked, and you are hooked up to the internet. I wonder if you are one of these internet junkies who spend every waking moment looking at funnies, and communicating with everyone they know and some they don’t know just because they can. I suspect no. You’re so earthy that I don’t think technology is your thing. Looking about your place tells me you are an artistic, slightly eccentric woman.
    What is with the creepy medical dummy in your lounge room. He has all his organs exposed and one penetrating eye. Obviously from a medical school, he is very “horror-movie”. You are an odd one, Gracie. The bizarre dummy had a Bowler hat on his head. Perhaps a teenage touch.
     
    I had a quick look at a photo album that was sitting on the coffee table. It was full of recent shots taken here in Babylon. I took one. It was the last one in there and there was a double beneath it, so I doubt you’ll miss it and if you do, you’ll probably assume it was misplaced.
    I’ve put it in a frame by my bed so I can see you smiling at me as I write these words to you.
     
    I’ve got a phone-call recording device as well but I looked at your phone and couldn’t figure out how to do it. I’ll ring Frank tomorrow and I’ll sort that out further down the track. I have to ring him anyway about setting the receiver to my lap-top. I’m not sure if one receiver will do it or whether I hook the three up at the same time or alternate according to which camera I am using. I’m just a novice but I’ve got the passion to get this up and operational. I hope to God you don’t start a fire at home as the smoke alarm is only a cover. It’ll just film you burning! So be careful. 
    I’m so excited and can’t wait to get some footage. I can make a documentary about you. 
    Would it be too cliché to call it “Amazing Grace?”
     

    29/06/05  Tuesday
     
    Frustrated! Frustrated. Frank hasn’t answered his mobile phone. I’ve left two urgent messages. I’ve read the