Chapter 20Safe is a word that has little meaning. We are never as safe as we let ourselves believe.
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From the shadows between the apartment buildings, Scarlett watched the street. She looked up one side of the road then down the other. Her gaze settled on her own flat on the far side. “I don't suppose you put one of those little scanner things in my apartment without me knowing, did you?” Scarlett whispered just loud enough for Dax to hear her through her implant.
“Have I even been over to your place? Besides, that would be a much bigger install.” Dax scoffed. “I mean, I'd need one for each room. And then there's the doo—”
“Rhetorical question, Dax.”
“Oh.”
Then she saw it. If she hadn't been watching the front window curtains at that moment, she would have missed the slight move
