We retraced our path around the house and David motioned us back, quickly yanking off his boot and a black sock before placing the latter over the security camera and then jamming his foot back into the boot.
“Jesus, is he like James Bond or something?” Parker whispered to me.
I grinned a little. “Something like that. You have to make do with what you’ve got sometimes.” We watched as he carefully tried the front door, and when it slowly opened, he gestured the two of us forward. Parker kicked her stilettos off and left them outside.
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