Nadine called.
“Sweetie,” she began, voice unusually low, “you didn’t delete that footage yet, did you?”
“No, why?”
She hesitated. “I think I saw Everett again. Today. Around the side of the house.”
My heart dropped. “Did you film it?”
“No. I wasn’t quick enough.”
We decided to set up a hidden camera by the side window. Just in case.
Three days passed. Nothing.
On the fourth day, we caught him again.