A good place to hide a secret

Upstairs the air was thick with Ria's heavenly perfume. The whole bedroom smelt like the woman of Bradley's endless perverted fantasies. But having probably ruined his chances of ever being with Ria, it now only served as a cruel reminder of what could have been.

The blinds we're half closed only allowing narrow shafts of pale sunlight the stream into the room

On the far wall facing the king size bed was a large wedding photo.

Bradley possessed that all too familiar empty feeling as he walked across the bedroom to gaze longingly at Ria's picture. He felt strange looking at it, for he had long dreamt of being her groom. She looked fabulous in her white dress and flowered headwear. Angelic and almost edible.

But to Ria's lett was a smug looking twat called Daniel. He lifted the picture down then sat on bed, resting the picture on its lap.

Bradley slipped his hand into his pocket then pulled out a small black box. He opened it and lifted out a tiny spy cam

If Bradley had his way, Ria's camming days were not over, even if she was completely unaware.

Bradley suddenly felt guilty. Should heforget his reckless mischief and leave right away?

But then Bradley remembered what went on before. Ria's cruel rejection, his embarrassment. Her lies.

No. Bradley was going to do this. Bradley flipped the picture on to its front. He then pulled the back off the picture frame. Using a mini screwdriver he pierced the picture where Ria' dark pupil was. He glued the spy cam to the reverse of the picture then placed it back in the frame and then back onto it's wall fittings.

He had one more camera.

Bradly headed towards a set of rustic bedroom drawers. He unscrewed the lock on the drawer then slipped the camera inside so it looked out of the keyhole getting a side view of the bed.

Finally using his pocket monitor he viewed both cameras and felt satisfied with their positioning.

It had been quite a hefty investment. He found cameras on the dark web as they weren't commercial. They were used not by investigative journalists or jilted lovers, but by spys and secret agents. Despite being smaller than a fingernail the optics were first rate and they came with sensitive microphones.

With cameras fitted Bradley had no reason to stick around… or does he?