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“Mason swept the place three times to make sure. He found the receiver in an abandoned building a few blocks away. We shut it down. He can’t see you even if there was a camera he missed, which is highly unlikely. Mase is very good at what he does.”

“He has no access to any footage?”

Max’s lips pursed, and she got a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t going to like what he was about to say.

“Most cameras are made to link up with a cloud service, so any footage could have been saved to a private cloud.”

“So, he could have me on camera?”

“Possibly, but we don’t think so.”

She cocked her head questioningly.

“We think he used the break-in as a way to install the cameras.”

“But wouldn’t it be easier to just come in and install them without trashing everything?”

“It would, but we don’t know how his mind works yet.”

“Do the police have the cameras?”

“I’m sure they do by now, but Mase cloned the hard drive first. He’s working on trying to get into the guy’s cloud.”

Cole texted to say the food was on the way up. Max answered the door and tipped the guy. Shay had already paid when she ordered. Apparently, she had a card on file. The scent of bacon wafted up, and his stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten at all yesterday except for those burritos.

“I love Darlene’s.” Shay took the Styrofoam container Max gave her and handed him a fork. “They send me food over to the studio too.”

“Open all night?”

She nodded and sat down on the couch, pulling her feet under her, before digging into her food. “Best diner in New York.”

“I think Mason would argue. He loves a little place called Mae’s over by the NYU campus.”

“I’ve never tried that.” She watched Max as he found some milk in the fridge and doctored his coffee. She blinked when she started to fantasize how those large hands of his would feel on her skin. Having him here was not a good idea, but it was her only option.

She could keep her hands to herself.

“Do you want any cream?”

“I have hazelnut creamer in the fridge.”

While he didn’t say anything, she had the distinct feeling her creamer offended him.

“Don’t like hazelnut?”

“It’s fine.”

“Then why do you look like you want to pour it down the drain and throw the container away?”

“If you like it, then it’s fine.” He brought the creamer to her along with her coffee before collecting his own food and coming to sit on the couch. “I prefer milk in my coffee. It gives it a flavor those creamers can’t touch.”

“Really?” She added her hazelnut creamer to her coffee and used the little stirrer that came with it to blend the mix.

“Kade’s wife got everyone at KSI hooked on it.”

“I’ll make sure there’s milk on the set for you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

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