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Someone smarter.

Someone quieter.

Someone who's still out there.

And I fucking hate that more.

The conference room at Volkov Towers is full.

Noel's at the head of the table.

Kai's sprawled sideways in his chair because apparently he has no bones.

Ego is reviewing files.

Jack looks perpetually angry.

Which, to be fair, is just Jack's face.

“Okay,” Noel says. “Now that Less has finished mentally murdering the wrong guy, let's move on.”

“Funny.”

“I know.”

He points at the screen.

“The new surveillance package at the theater is live.”

I force myself to pay attention.

Sort of.

Because if Amanda's working there?

I want the best.

Which is exactly why I'd upgraded everything and paid the difference myself with Chance Madoc's blessing.

The man owns the theater.

I just fortified it.

New cameras.

Motion sensors.

Restricted access.

Biometric locks.

The works.

Fuck you, it’s not overkill.

Not where Rusty's concerned.

My phone vibrates.