"Well," Lana said, "there's no doubt it's coming from the computer."Just then, Hannah re-entered the room, in time to hear a final beeping, and said, ...Oh, the spy alert." The what," Lana asked puzzled and Hannah came over to her and also bent over the desk."The spy alert; it's a small alarm I set up. It lets us know when a computer on the network uses our room's camera." Since Lana was still looking puzzled Hannah added, "In other words, it tells us when we are being watched." Being watched,". I had to lay on the back seat of her car,because sitting was impossible with my backside full of thorns.Mom was giving me hell for fighting. When I finally told her shewas becoming more of a pain on the butt than the thorns, she madefunny noises and shut up. I spent the evening d****d over afootstool with my bare bottom in the breeze. Mom had a bottle ofperoxide, and a forceps. And no sympathy.I slept, some, on my stomach, and ate breakfast standing. I evenmanaged the bathroom without. "All eyes were on Cindy. No one knew how she was going to react to this. The truth was, I was the one who probably should have spoken to her about this back in Birmingham. I didn't, because these were the kinds of things I'd grown used to having Joyce handle for me. She seemed to know just how to put things, anticipating what people would say or do when it came to working out these sleeping arrangements."You said we'd be together, Kenny. I don't know why it has to be different here than it was. One did have car keys with a paper tag that said “Hertz” on it. I told Deb that I was going up to the main parking lot to check for the car, see what it had in it, but she insisted I wait for Dean.“He can stay here and protect Cam in case there is another one around. You are not going anywhere alone. I may not be sure of taking you hand to hand, but I can shoot you in the calf and slow you down.” she said, almost daring me to argue with her.Nope. Not me. Not arguing with a woman who is armed..