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Morgan unfolded it. It was a hand-drawn map of Valmont’s security camera blind spots, labeled with times and guard shift changes.

She stood up and slung her tote over her shoulder. Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice

Morgan’s face flushed. He had been played. There was nothing there. Morgan unfolded it

“Excuse me, miss?”

Detective Morgan Cross didn’t look up when the door opened. He was sitting behind a metal desk, reviewing a bank of grainy security monitors. He was a large man with a salt-and-pepper beard and eyes that had forgotten how to blink with surprise. Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice