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NINETEEN

ANONYMOUS

I stare at the dead feed from the library’s camera, then rewind the footage.

Of course, it’s you.

You are not a cleaning lady, but I already know that. You are a nuisance. You should be fired before you stick your nose any further in my business. But that might create a problem, too.

I zoom in to rewatch the footage at the exact moment the hidden camera from the art piece in the library hits the floor.

At first, all I see is the carpet. Then you step into view, vacuuming, not looking at the camera. Slowly, your feet on the carpet come close to the camera. The vacuum follows. Then—poof!—the feed goes dark.

I feel a prickle of irritation.

This better be a coincidence, Natalie. Or your sloppiness. Pray that you didn’t actually notice the hidden camera or tell anyone about it. If you did, then we have a big problem.