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Without looking at Evelina anymore, I returned to the living room and, just in time: the head of security brought a flash drive with recordings from video cameras.

It was a well-knit wolf with a hint of gray hair at the temples and a very calm look, effortlessly picking out all the details of what was happening, but not a hint of concern about this.

Of course! What did he have to worry about? His case was a side, and even if they establish that the motorcyclists left the courtyard, which was obvious, because it was a stone's throw from the gate to the intersection, he would simply shrug his hands, they say, nonsense: such rabble does not hang around here. And no one will refute his words and prove otherwise.

Well, the camera footage he brought me... Well, good luck getting it!

Something told me that the wolf did his job perfectly, otherwise he would not have been the head of the security of the house in which the hired killer and the widow of the former owner of the city lived, who, a