“Once I have this little guy up and running, we’ll have a way to track every move Daxton makes without ever being seen.”
“Unless someone spots your bug and tries to smash it,” I said, and he shrugged.
“That’s the beauty of it. Unless they’re looking too closely, if they step on it or otherwise destroy it, it’s designed to resemble a dead cockroach.”
I shuddered. “Still a genius, but definitely twisted.”
“It was a necessity. I’m not completely unaware of how the presence of a cockroach in the upper levels of the manor would be viewed.”
He straightened, and once his eyes were on me instead of his new toy, his entire demeanor seemed to shift. It never ceased to amaze me how different he became in his workshop—how scientific and methodical and distracted he grew.He was wholly focused on h
