Chapter 176 .

ANABEL’S POV

“Cameras,” I whispered. “Dmitri, there are cameras in Arthur’s room.”

“Yes.”

“Why would he…” I turned in a slow circle, counting the little black domes. One above the door, one over the dresser, and one near the bathroom. “He was a private man. He hated being watched.”

“Maybe he wasn...

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