MY LITTLE PRINCE (MxM)
I looked directly into the microscopic, pinprick fracture in the brass plating of the pendulum's base.
Right into the lens of the hidden camera.
The camera that had been feeding a live audio-video transmission to an untraceable IP address for exactly thirty-six months. The camera Keith King believed was his greatest, darkest secret.
I leaned in just an inch closer, letting the lens capture the full, unbothered warmth of my smile. I wanted him to see the look of pure, terrifying anticipation in my eyes. I stared straight through the glass, as if I were looking through a two-way mirror, directly into the eyes of the man on the other side of the screen.
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