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rives. I want as few people as possible com-ing in here.”
“Right away, detective,” he said.
I walked to the door to the study. “I’ll be in here. Ping me if anyone comes.”
“I’ll have to knock,” said the officer. “There are no monitors in the study.”
“None there either?” I said. “Guy sure loved his privacy.”
I stepped into the study and felt a shiver run up my spine. Here was a room without cameras, sensors, or other electronic observ-ers. Had I ever been in such a room before? I couldn’t think of one. The silence was op-pressive. The sole window was similarly draped, and, on inspection, did not open anyway. I went and looked through Morey’s desk, which stood against the wall. His note-pad was on, set to a daily journal that chron-icled each days weather, hand w
