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For a second, I just stared at Nixx.
Then the words settled into place.
“The hidden camera in my tattoo room?”
His expression changed so slightly I might have missed it if I had not already been watching him.
“Yes.”
Roy put it there. He had watched me work, watched Nixx’s appointments, watched enough to know things nobody standing outside the shop could have known.
What I did not understand was why Nixx had access to it.
Benny shifted near the dresser, and the movement drew my attention for half a second. He looked uncomfortable now, nothing like the man who had been joking about soup a few minutes ago.
I looked back at Nixx.
“How did you see the feed?”
He did not answer.
A strange pressure started building behind my ribs that had nothing to do with the cracked ones.
“Nixx
