Read Online Invasion of Privacy: A Deep Web Thriller #1 (Deep Web Thriller Series) by Ian Sutherland - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Ian Sutherland
Ads: Link
empty. Brody thought he could make out U2 posters on the wall. The third image showed what looked like the baby’s bedroom. A cot in one corner, teddy bears everywhere, and a playpen in the centre with plastic toys in it. But no sign of life.
There was movement on the kitchen cam. Brody clicked in and the video feed filled his screen. The image quality lessened a little, but it was still very clear. A tall, middle-aged man in a navy suit had walked in. He kissed the baby on the head. He looked out the kitchen window quickly and then leaned forward and kissed the young woman hungrily. She responded eagerly, opening her dressing gown to reveal that she was naked underneath. The man fondled her breasts while the baby watched obliviously. Abruptly, the man withdrew and pointed to his watch. He spoke a few words, but the audio was silent. He leaned in for one more quick kiss with the young woman, patted the baby on the head and left the room. The girl tied her dressing gown around her and resumed feeding the baby.
The scene captivated Brody.
He shrunk the video footage back to thumbnail size and looked around the rest of the Au Pair Affair webcam location. He noticed that there were upgrade options. One option was to pay more to receive footage from the four remaining webcams at that location, labelled as premium. These claimed to be the master bedroom, its en-suite bathroom, the main bathroom and the living room. Each had a still picture hinting at what the live feed would contain. Another upgrade option was to receive audio from the webcams at this location. Both upgrade options were fifty-nine pence each. Or the two for ninety-nine pence. The price was certainly low enough to tempt. Undoubtedly the same upgrade approach was repeated on the other video feeds throughout the site.
Brody realised he was intrigued by the two people he’d just spied on. Three if you included the baby. And if Au Pair Affair was an accurate description then there would also be a fourth to increase the drama: the unsuspecting wife. Just that thought alone made Brody realise how addictive this site was likely to be.
And how financially successful.
Brody forced himself to click back to the main menu. He skimmed through the webcam locations. There seemed to be about two hundred or so locations, each with two or three feeds and all with at least two or three additional premium feeds for anyone tempted enough to upgrade; for the additional fee of course.
If the other webcam locations were as intriguing as Au Pair Affair , then SWY was a money-making machine.
He chose some locations at random. The first few seemed to be from other homes, although they all seemed to be deserted. Perhaps they were all at work. That notion made him click on one that looked like an office. People were sitting behind computer desks, most with two screens side-by-side, typing and talking into headsets. It looked like a call centre. Clicking on, he found the fish tank location he’d noticed when he’d first looked at the site during the Atlas Brands presentation that morning. The fish still swam peacefully.
None of the streams seemed to be showing people sat at their computers, which meant that there were no webcams of the type integrated within laptop computers, typically used to make video calls. They all seemed to be from dedicated standalone network webcams, mostly mounted high in the rooms they surveyed.
Brody hypothesised whether SWY was a scam; fake feeds to get you hooked and take your money. But the call centre location looked genuine. It would certainly cost too much to pay twenty actors every day to fill out a call centre scene. So, if it was fake, that only left one other option: repeating pre-recorded footage day after day, presenting it as live. But in that case, surely the site’s regular paying subscribers would spot the repetition and complain?
Which only left one other alternative. The feeds were live.
How could he confirm one way or the
There was movement on the kitchen cam. Brody clicked in and the video feed filled his screen. The image quality lessened a little, but it was still very clear. A tall, middle-aged man in a navy suit had walked in. He kissed the baby on the head. He looked out the kitchen window quickly and then leaned forward and kissed the young woman hungrily. She responded eagerly, opening her dressing gown to reveal that she was naked underneath. The man fondled her breasts while the baby watched obliviously. Abruptly, the man withdrew and pointed to his watch. He spoke a few words, but the audio was silent. He leaned in for one more quick kiss with the young woman, patted the baby on the head and left the room. The girl tied her dressing gown around her and resumed feeding the baby.
The scene captivated Brody.
He shrunk the video footage back to thumbnail size and looked around the rest of the Au Pair Affair webcam location. He noticed that there were upgrade options. One option was to pay more to receive footage from the four remaining webcams at that location, labelled as premium. These claimed to be the master bedroom, its en-suite bathroom, the main bathroom and the living room. Each had a still picture hinting at what the live feed would contain. Another upgrade option was to receive audio from the webcams at this location. Both upgrade options were fifty-nine pence each. Or the two for ninety-nine pence. The price was certainly low enough to tempt. Undoubtedly the same upgrade approach was repeated on the other video feeds throughout the site.
Brody realised he was intrigued by the two people he’d just spied on. Three if you included the baby. And if Au Pair Affair was an accurate description then there would also be a fourth to increase the drama: the unsuspecting wife. Just that thought alone made Brody realise how addictive this site was likely to be.
And how financially successful.
Brody forced himself to click back to the main menu. He skimmed through the webcam locations. There seemed to be about two hundred or so locations, each with two or three feeds and all with at least two or three additional premium feeds for anyone tempted enough to upgrade; for the additional fee of course.
If the other webcam locations were as intriguing as Au Pair Affair , then SWY was a money-making machine.
He chose some locations at random. The first few seemed to be from other homes, although they all seemed to be deserted. Perhaps they were all at work. That notion made him click on one that looked like an office. People were sitting behind computer desks, most with two screens side-by-side, typing and talking into headsets. It looked like a call centre. Clicking on, he found the fish tank location he’d noticed when he’d first looked at the site during the Atlas Brands presentation that morning. The fish still swam peacefully.
None of the streams seemed to be showing people sat at their computers, which meant that there were no webcams of the type integrated within laptop computers, typically used to make video calls. They all seemed to be from dedicated standalone network webcams, mostly mounted high in the rooms they surveyed.
Brody hypothesised whether SWY was a scam; fake feeds to get you hooked and take your money. But the call centre location looked genuine. It would certainly cost too much to pay twenty actors every day to fill out a call centre scene. So, if it was fake, that only left one other option: repeating pre-recorded footage day after day, presenting it as live. But in that case, surely the site’s regular paying subscribers would spot the repetition and complain?
Which only left one other alternative. The feeds were live.
How could he confirm one way or the
Similar Books
