I finished preparing a simple dinner, glancing over at Jason sprawled on the couch. He had either fallen asleep or fainted again—I wasn't sure which. His breathing was steady, though, and the bleeding had stopped, thanks to my patchwork first aid skills.
"Fucking liability," I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes as I grabbed a plate for myself.
After a quick meal, I washed up and headed to my room, locking the door behind me. I wasn't taking any chances with Mr. Charming out there, even if he was injured.
I powered up my system, the familiar hum of the computer calming me as I settled in. "What are you up to, Jessica?" I murmured, pulling up the last recorded footage from the cameras I'd planted in her apartment.
The screen flickered to life, and there she was, pacing back and forth in her living room, her hands running through her hair as she muttered to herself. She looked stressed, panicked even, flipping over the absence of the body.
