"Been tracking the son of a bitch for two years," Laz thought, sitting in his darkened domain.
Surrounded by multiple monitors, he observed everything with an eerie calm. Frida had been steadily writing her exams for the past few days, and he had been watching her silently. Sometimes, a person just needed space.
From the drones he'd planted in every corner of the campus, he could see it all. He wasn't a genius for nothing. His access surpassed even the campus's CCTV system. That's how he knew her every move.
At first, he did it out of curiosity, when the red notes began to appear. Death threats weren't new to him. He'd been receiving them long before college, even before Frida entered his life again.
He was glad she hadn't stumbled upon this hidden room during her aimless walks. Shelly could be a handful, but Frida was easier to manage. Both had their crazy sides, but Shelly? Shelly was a menace.
