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THIRTY FIVE
It felt to Amber as if V paused before acknowledging her question. Perhaps it was running through its database in search of the safe’s location?
But the moment V replied, the glimmer of hope in Amber’s heart went up in a puff of smoke before it even had the chance to grow.
“Miss Banks, there is no safe in this house.”
Amber closed her eyes, feeling a surge of disappointment building from within and took a deep breath, But Liam said there is!
She was exasperated but there was no use arguing with V. Either it was lying or the safe was not electronically connected to its system.
Then that would mean that the safe is probably of traditional design, she reasoned, letting go the edge of the desk. She glanced at another of Fabian’s translucent digital clock tucked away at the other end of the desk, ten minutes had already passed and she hadn’t even begun doing anything!
Darn!
Speed was essential and she sprang onto her f
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