Grayson looked over at him. “That could mean they didn’t see me on camera but rather caught me during one of their run-of-the-mill rounds.”
“Seems like it.” That should make things easier. “Let’s say we buy enough cameras to spread out. That fence is ten feet tall. Are you planning on buying a ladder and climbing up there?” Rider asked.
Liam tapped his head. “Nope. My grandmother is wheelchair bound and needs help grabbing things. She has this item in which you squeeze a trigger and the claws at the end open.”
He’d seen them. “It’s only like three-feet long. That’s not enough.”
“Boss. We can do the math. Alex is a mechanical genius. We’ll make an extender for it. It might take some work, but we’ll figure it out. Grayson, you said the batteries are really small, so they should last a while, correct?”
“Yes, and hopefully we won’t need them to work for too many more days,” Grayson said.
Liam and Alex were going to a lot of work for maybe not a big payoff. “Say your plan does works. What are you hoping to see? It’s not like they’ll be cooking up drugs in the middle of the field,” Rider said.
“We realize that, which is why we’ll do part of the wall and see if we spot anything unusual. We can do more later if need be. Don’t forget, we’ll also have the big cameras to zoom in on things. We can’t be too close, or the wall will block the view.”
It seemed as if his two men had really thought this through. “I say do it.”
Both men grinned. If Rider had a better suggestion, he would have made it.
* * *
“Tell me everything,” Jenna said once they slipped in the booth at the Treetops Diner.
“Rider and Grayson convinced me that it might not be safe for me to be home alone if Doug was the one to put the camera on my car’s bumper.”
Jenna shivered. “It’s creepy thinking about it, but how can you be certain he did it?”
That was the problem. “I can’t, but who else would have put it there?”
“While we haven’t been shouting to the world that Harrison Industries might be manufacturing and selling drugs, we do whisper a lot.”
Paris sucked in a breath. “I have been wondering if there is a microphone hidden on everyone’s desk.”
“That’s really scary. Didn’t you say that Grayson is kind of an expert?”
“Yes, but it’s not like he can come into the building and look around,” Paris said.
“No, but he might be able to tell you what to look for.”
Jenna had a point. “I’ll ask him.”
Understanding that she and Jenna only had a short time for lunch, they ordered. “I’ll put it in right away,” Shirley said.
Jenna leaned forward. “When you moved in, did the men try anything?”
“Jenna! No. I was very clear about the fact I’m not into werewolves,” Paris whispered.
“I know, but you have to admit that not all men are the same. Look at Doug. Do you really think he is on the same level as Rider or Grayson?”
Jenna brought up a good point. Paris actually trusted the two newcomers. Why exactly, she didn’t know, but everything they did seemed to be to protect her. “No.”
“All I’m saying is that if the opportunity presents itself, and you want to, there’s nothing wrong with a little pleasure. Heaven only knows, you haven’t really had any since you moved to Ames.”
“I'm well aware.”
Jenna smiled. “Not to be a downer, but what if someone comes to your motel room, how will the men be able to stop this person even if you are wearing your bobby pin?” She shrugged. “Unless of course, you’re in their bed.”
“Dream on, girlfriend. Dream on. No, this is just in case I’m lost. It’s a beacon of sorts.”