She waited for six hours. The rain turned to sleet. Her fingers were numb. Then, at 1:47 AM, a black sedan with tinted windows pulled into the hotel’s service entrance. Silas Vane stepped out, not in the tuxedo he’d worn for the gala, but in a sweatshirt and jeans. He looked tired. Human. He was talking on his phone, his voice a low murmur.
Mira lowered the camera. Her hands were steady, but her soul was shaking. The X5 hadn’t just shown a lie. It had shown the cost of the lie. And the cost was a life. digital camera x5
She blinked. The clock ticked back to three seconds, then froze again. She waited for six hours