My mother turned the device over in her hand once before setting it on the table between us.It was small, flat, the size of a large coin, matte black with no visible markings, the kind of thing you could carry for years without anyone knowing what it was or what it did, designed to look like nothing because nothing was the safest thing to look like."What is it.""A transmitter, modified, it doesn't send location data the way conventional devices do, it sends something else, something Richard's surveillance network wasn't built to detect because it didn't exist when he built that network."Marcus picked it up carefully, turned it over, his expression shifting into the focused assessment of someone who understood technology well enough to recognize what he was looking at."This broadcasts to your network.""To fifteen people simultaneously, every word spoken within four meters, in real time, the moment Elena walks into whatever room Richard has chosen, everything he says, everything h
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