I arrived back at my residence, where Harbinson showed me the stealth security system that had just been installed. The high-tech system had motion detectors on both the interior and exterior of the house, as well as PTZ cameras around the house that fed into three monitors. Every possible entry point was covered and new locks were put on all the doors. The system was certainly impressive and would keep intruders out, but would it work against Brain? “I’m touched, but do you think all this is necessary,” I asked. “Hopefully, we’ll never have to find out, but I feel that if Brian is going to make a mistake it’ll be here and I want to make sure we’ve got the bases covered,” Harbinson replied.
I didn’t like the fact that I had all these cameras watching me, but I understood Harbinson’s reasoning. Of course, it was almost certainly Brian, who drugged me and dumped me in Virginia, which meant he had numerous opportunities to kill me, but didn’t. “You can’t assume that Brian won’t kill you next time,” Hoover said, as if he read my mind. “He’s a psychotic killer being hunted, which makes him all the more dangerous.” I looked out the window and scanned the trees. “You ever find his gaffes,” I asked. “Yes, they were homemade, but very well constructed. He must have modified his footwear also because wearing those gaffes are hell on the feet even with lineman’s boots,” Harbinson replied.
Brian had broken his promise to leave me alone, which didn’t surprise me because besides being psychotic, he’s also downright insane, which makes him unpredictable. Like Doane, Brian lives in a world of horrific fantasy where he is in complete control. The main difference, obviously, is that Brian is actually in control and calling the shots, and that really pissed me off.
Harbinson walked back in my house with a change of clothes and headed for the guest room. “You staying or something,” I asked. “As a matter-of-fact, I am,” Harbinson replied before walking into the guest room.
Brian truly has invaded my world.