From the kitchen camera, he watched with surreal terror, like he was watching a horror movie, when the intruder stomped deeper into the house.
Suddenly, all the power went out. His redundant battery kicked on twenty seconds later. By the time the cameras reconnected, there was no sign of Laila, and the asshole stomped through his house, systematically shooting down every one of his cameras.
His screen turned black.
He was thirty thousand feet in the air and probably two hundred miles from home. If he didn’t find some way to help Laila, she was as good as dead.
“No. No. No. No. No! Fuck! I have to get home—now!”