Day 2: Weekend at Bernard‘s

“DING DONG!”

A bearded man woke up from his torn couch, grouching as he grabbed his crutch. “Hrrn? Who’s ringing?” He cursed his way to the front door, wildly swinging it open.

“Goooooooood moooorrrning, Mr. Bernard!” Said Loraine in a sing-song voice.

“Oh. It’s you, Dupont.” Growled Bernard. “What do you want from me?”

“I just wanted to say how sorry I am about what happened to you.”

“Good! You should be!”

“…Which is why I brought you this!” Loraine handed the man a basket filled with various foods like cheese, chocolate and wine. “As an apology and a peace offering.”

Bernard grabbed the basket, took the wine bottle out and inspected it from various angles. He put it back and continued the process with the various foods. “Decent basket, lass. Probably should’ve spend a bit more on the wine though.”

“Of course sir, of course.” Apologized Loraine. “Say, would you mind if I came inside for a spell? Just to see how you’re doing?”

“I dunno, I don’t-“

“Hey, is that the naked broad who broke your leg, dad?” A tall guy with long black unwashed hair joined behind his father, grinning at Loraine.

“Yes Arthur, and now the little arsonist wants to come inside our house.”

“C’mon dad, have a lil’ faith in her. She’s not drunk now, and she clearly isn’t carrying a lighter or something. Unless it’s in her-“

“Jesus Arthur, don’t be that crass. Alright, you can come inside for a cup of coffee. But don’t stay too long!”

“Don’t worry sir, I won’t be long.” The men went back inside, heading towards the kitchen. When they were outside of eyesight, Loraine grinned and reached for the back of her neck.

Thirty minutes earlier

“Thank you so much Pierre, you’re a lifesaver!” Loraine took a small plastic bag from Pierre. “So, how do they work?”

“Quite simply actually. The cameras are activated when you press the tiny black button on the back for three seconds.”

Loraine considered herself lucky to have met Pierre. Not just because he saved her from her assailants, but because he’s a techie. If it wasn’t for him, she would’ve had to use her phone camera to record Bernard’s fraud. And since the cameras record sound as well, he’d hopefully says something about the fire as well.

“Just don’t stay there to long, Loraine. Arthur is a huge creep around women, and with you being…”

“I’ll be fine, Pierre. Don’t you worry.”

Loraine reached to the back of her neck and removed the plastic bag that was taped to it, hidden behind her hair. She sprinted towards the bookshelf, grabbed a camera from the bag and placed one of the behind a tiny statue. “Great, now maybe one more on top of the shelf.” She looked around the room, saw a chair and grabbed it, carefully placing it down and stood on top of it. She tried to reach the top, but it was still out of reach. She stood on her tippy toes, stretching as far as she could. “Almost… there.”

“Say Nudy Judy, dad asks if you want- Hey, what are you doing?!”

“Shit, Arthur! I-!” Being busted by Arthur so suddenly started to make her lose her balance, causing the chair to knock over. She fell towards Arthur, who caught her in bridal position. The fall made her lose the cameras, a dozen of the tiny black things scattering all over the floor.

“What’s going on here?!” Yelled Mr. Bernard. Walking into the room, he saw his son holding Loraine and the tiny black cameras.