Sarah Simpson returned home for the first time in seven
weeks. Having ignored all her previously
normal life while serving jury duty, she was now confronted with it directly.As
she opened the door to her third floor condo a what of familiar smells greeted
her. She felt welcomed and completely secure. For she now knew that she would
be forever protected.
Sarah’s apartment was scattered with the remenants of her
daily life as she had left it. Clothes were piled, bills were littered, and the
contents of her refridgerator were eclectic and disgusting.
“Seriously, you didn’t clean up? What the fuck?
“Sarah scanned the layout of her residence looking for the
minute changes that she was aware had been made. She picked a few obvious
modifactions to her walls, light fixtures, and the ventilation registers that
provided panaromic viewpoints of her living space. For each she found she acknowledged with a
wink and kiss but no words to specify her assumptions. A wink and kiss would
look fantastic on camera, if caught. However, Sarah was sly enough to know that
if she had guessed a camera lense location incorrectly, than a wink and kiss
without words was unatributble to her snooping.
