CHAPTER 23
“How did you get that?” the old man snapped loudly the moment his eyes landed on the USB flash drive in my hand. His voice was filled with disbelief and suspicion. The flicker of confusion and anger flickered across his features. I looked at him with calm indifference. “Why?” I asked softly, tilting my head. “Do you have something to do with it? the moment Camille disappeared?” My voice was measured but pointed, every word aimed straight at him. “But the real question is… where is Camille?” I let that hang in the air, the tension thickening as I fixed my gaze on him while waiting for a reaction. His eyes darted nervously, and he struggled to find words. After a moment, he tried to dismiss my suspicions with a dismissive wave. “Oh, she’s just at home, relaxing for a few months,” he clai
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