It was set off from the road and surrounded by trees. Secluded even. It was a rancher, with a long front porch. The grass was trimmed and the flower beds were filled with plenty of colorful flowers that gave it a cheerful look. The warm fuzzy feeling was ruined by the fact the house had enough security to protect her from an invasion from a foreign country. There were cameras on the roof and more than likely sensors around the area. Flood lights sat atop each corner of the house. And that was just what he could see from the front. “Well, someone doesn’t like visitors,” Dee murmured, a thread of admiration in her voice. He glanced at her and noticed that she was looking up at the roof. Dee never missed much. “Apparently not.” But he couldn’t judge Ali, not when he had the same kind of a security at his various houses. Anyone who had been in the business didn’t fuck around with security.
