messages remotely. We need to check for surveillance.”
He nodded. “I’ll go get the boxes.”
The moment AJ left, Sasha turned her attention to the space. Where would she place cameras, bugs . . .
The minimalist furnishings didn’t give her many options.
She removed her cell phone from her back pocket and moved through her built-in security and found the application she needed. Without being obvious, she turned on the scanner and walked around the room, pointing her camera at the walls, vents, and electronics. Sure enough . . . in the air return vent on the ceiling, a tiny red dot suggested a camera was watching. The question was who was on the other end, and if they were still watching. Turning her phone on mute, she started walking around as she pretended to be texting someone.
AJ walked back in, boxes overflowing his arms.
“We forgot tape,” AJ said as he dumped the boxes in the center of the room.
“Maybe Amelia had some.” Sasha knelt behind the counter and followed the glowing red lines on her phone, telling her there was some type of audio device close by.
“I don’t think she was planning on moving.”
“That doesn’t mean she wouldn’t have duct tape or some kind of thing like that. If not, we can just fold the boxes and tape them later.” She opened and closed the cabinet under the sink and kept moving. The red lights pegged out a small basket filled with pens and highlighters.
“The dust in here is starting to affect my allergies.” Sasha turned on the faucet and filled the kitchen sink.
AJ watched her from across the room, lifted a palm to the air, and questioned her with a silent lift of his eyebrows.
She pulled several sheets from the paper towels by the sink and proceeded to dunk them in the water and wipe off the countertop. She moved a wooden block filled with knives, cleaned up under them, shifted to the basket of pens, set it close to the edge of the sink, and dusted under it. “How about an outside storage? I bet there would be box tape—” Sasha moved quickly and the basket of pens, the one that held an audio bug, was dumped into the sink. “Oops.”
AJ walked up behind her, looked in the sink while turning off the water. “We don’t have to do this. It can wait.”
Sasha removed the pens that were not bugged and took her time with the one in question.
“No, we should pack up a few things and take them with us.” She picked up the pen, removed the cap, and knocked out the tiny microphone.
AJ stared into the sink, his lips pressed together.
Sasha turned into his arms, told him about the camera with a soft whisper in his ear. “Wash this down the sink, I’m going to check out the rest of the place.”
He kissed the side of her neck and she left the kitchen in search of the bathroom. After searching the bedroom, small office space Amelia had made out of a nook, and the bathroom, Sasha determined the only device left was the camera that they couldn’t disassemble without it being obvious that they had found it.
Not that it mattered, they couldn’t linger.
“Honey?” Sasha called AJ from the bedroom.
He walked in with a box.
She closed the door behind him. “What the hell?” AJ asked, tension filling his shoulders.
“We have no way of knowing if the camera is still in use. Or who was watching. Pack up her computer, grab her files and photographs. I’ll forward the calls from her phone to Neil, find out who is policing them.”
“You can do that?”
She patted his chest. “Are you taking notes?”
“Wouldn’t the police have found the camera and bugs?”
“The murder didn’t happen here. Looks like they went through the place, but it’s not completely trashed. And there is no way of knowing if these things were here when the cops came through.”
He offered a slight grin. “I don’t like this.”
“Me either. We need to get out of here.”
They doubled their efforts, filled three boxes, and then she pretended to start sneezing and they backed out of the house.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“This is not on me.” Linette stared across her desk at Geoff. “You’re the one who decided to make a media circus out of Claire and Sasha’s departure.”
“One more day was all I needed,” he growled.
Linette played innocent. “For what? Sasha declined. Like the students before, she has the right to say no.”
“Don’t play coy with me, Linette. Claire and Sasha were mine.