Read part 4 here , or from the beginning, here . Tracey Lamki sat parked on Third Avenue, two houses down and across the street from the Schulers in a sand colored Buick. She was slouched down in the driver's seat, her eyes peering out of the side window with a pair of binoculars trained on Levi and Brad as they lingered on the stoop. She hadn't come to stake out the Schulers, it had just happened that way. She had come to keep tabs on the Millers. The iPhone in her pocket buzzed and she jumped. Dropping the binoculars and hitting her knees on the bottom of the steering console. “Jesus, fuck.” Straightening herself, Tracey pulled the phone from the front pocket of her jeans and pushed in her pass-code—she had never had a pass-code before, didn't have an iPhone before two days ago, but Antony's gifts came with demands. Keep it locked. Keep it on you. Never turn it off. So? Tracey quickly typed out a reply. Slight change of plans. She held the binoculars back ...