Some showed motorcycles arriving at the clubhouse. Others showed members leaving. One showed me carrying groceries.
Another showed Jace leaving the clubhouse early in the morning and my chest tightened.
"They've been watching us for weeks." I said and Derek looked at Jace.
"That's what worries me." Derek said as Jace stared at the photographs.
"Why?" Jace asked.
"Because this isn't random surveillance." Derek said as he picked up the camera.
"Whoever took these photographs was organized." He added.
He opened the camera and there were hundreds of images stored on it so he scrolled through them carefully.
"Lawson Customs. The clubhouse. Jace's house." He said.
"They photographed my house?" Jace asked as his jaw tightened.
"Apparently." Derek said and I felt my stomach turn.
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