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me.
But the balcony doors opened behind him.
Mara entered first.
Then Inspector Reyes.
Then uniformed officers.
The music inside the ballroom slowly faded as guests turned to stare.
“Richard Bennett,” Reyes announced, “we have a warrant.”
Richard looked stunned.
“You can’t use private recordings.”
Mara smiled faintly.
“You signed the home security consent agreement continue reading …
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