"Let's just pull them out and make sure nothing's broken," I replied, "After that, I'll take my chances."
* * *
I was a little nervous, carrying that box home. I managed to stash it in my bedroom closet without being seen. Over the next couple of days, I felt like some kind of half-assed spy as I snuck the cameras up into the attic and installed them.
After I had set up the first two cameras—one peeking into each of my sisters' rooms—I had installed the software on my laptop and tested it. I had a clear view of each of their beds centered on two windows on my computer. I was surprised when I heard Colleen walk into her room, talking on her cell phone. I didn't realize that the cameras had microphones as well until that moment.
I turned down the volume quickly. It wasn't that Colleen wa
