Page 111 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Wait,” I whisper.

He pauses mid-flip.

“This is… this is it.”

Grant holds the paper in front of him and scans it.

“You’re right.”

“Quick, let me take a photo.”

He puts it back in front of me, and I snap a photo of the page and the remaining few after that too.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say.

Grant nods, puts the file back, and shuts everything closed once again the way it was.

“How are we leaving the room?” he asks.

“Shutting it all down again.”

Grant cocks an eyebrow.

“Well, it works,” I answer.

“I’ll follow your lead.”

I pull out the same device as we head out.

“Three, two, one.”

I cut the cameras and then enter the code to turn off the lasers from the opposite direction.

We dart down the hallways quickly and finally arrive back at the main entrance to the offices and private quarters. Grant peeks out the door and gives me a signal that it’s all clear again.

Walking as fast as we can, we leave the casino without anyone knowing what we just did.

“I can’t believe that worked.”

“I can. You’re brilliant,” he counters.

We both slide into the car, and Grant starts the engine immediately.

“Let’s get home, Sinclair.”

Back at the house,I print all the photos right away. Grant has coffees prepared in the dining room and a pinboard out for us to start reviewing our findings.

“Okay, here we go,” I say, coming into the room and holding out a stack of photographs.

“Let’s sort them by the players, the plan, and…” Grant trails off.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Grant, now’s not the time to be hiding anything.”

He studies me as I set down the photos on the table.

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