Short story?? voyeur

"Christ Carey, you should see it. Yeah, the door splintered from where he kicked it in and there’s muddy footprints leading straight to our bedroom. He must have come from across the street."
Nick squinted from his front doorway at the field, as if trying to catch a glimpse of the guy crouching in the dead brush watching him. The cop came up to him, "this guy’s probably not out there, Mr. Olear. They don’t tend to stick around after something like this. "
"Yeah. I suppose."
"Besides considering what the guy stole, he was probably just a tweeker looking for drug money. He must have scampered out of here long ago."
Nick continued to scan the muddy field that was overgrown with dead grass and tumble weeds, his eyes getting smaller as his focus got farther and farther. He knew the officer was probably right (who in their right mind would stay at a house they burglarized just to spy on the owners?), but his intuitions, or paranoia rather, were drawing him to that field.
"Honey, I’m gunna go, I’ll see you when you get home."

The burglar hadn’t stolen much, just some knock-off jewelry, and Carey reminded him this every time he would gaze out the front door window towards the field. It had been a month since the burglary, and Nick’s paranoia hadn’t eased. He felt he had been exploited, and that the person had done it so effortlessly. He was obsessed with the idea that he was the victim of some perverted, sadistic voyeur that was lurking the fields watching, invariably, until the right moment came when he could exploit him one more time. Who knows, maybe this time he was going to rape Carey? So he bought a camera and installed it in a light fixture on his front porch. It had a panoramic view of the field. His neighbor’s house, which was kitty corner from his, was also in the shot. He hadn't intended on filming their house, but it was positioned as such that he couldn’t help but get a portion of it in if he wanted to get the whole field.

Nick was able to access the live footage on his computer; and the footage he didn’t watch, he just let download to his computer. The first couple days Nick focused on the field and much to his disappointment, the camera yielded no evidence of a lurking stalker. "This is what I needed" Nick thought, consoling himself. "Although it was a bit extravagant, it helped reinforce what my wife was telling me the whole time. It was a traumatic experience and you were feeling exposed. That’s all. You’re fine now Nick. No need to worry."

TO BE CONTINUED.......