The villa was a tomb of silence as midnight descended.
Avery sat by the window in darkness, the cold glow of her burner phone illuminating her sharp features. She zoomed in on the anonymous photograph.
The angle was from the upper right, looking down.
The inner office at the clinic had no windows. The only opening was the ventilation grate on the ceiling. She remembered that one corner of the mesh had been slightly bent; she had always assumed it was a sloppy installation job.
Using her phone as a hotspot, she connected her laptop to the clinic's security system and pulled the footage from several days ago. She scrolled through the frames, second by second.
Seven days ago. 2:00 AM.
A tiny, scarlet dot flickered on the ventilation grate.
A pinhole camera.
Her fingers hovered over th
