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Chapter 41
Chapter 41 "What the f**k am I looking at?" Paul asked as he stared at the image of the motel room door on the computer monitor. The red, superimposed crosshairs were almost, but not quite, dead on the peephole. All three of them in the room were careful not to stand anywhere near the door. "It's… "Bee started to explain. "It's a live feed from a camera across the street… I'm tapping into the signal from whoever's controlling it." "And the crosshairs?" Paul asked. "Well, I think it's because the camera's on a g*n, but there's no way to be sure," she stared back at the screen. "It's really pretty clever if you think about it… " "Someone's pointing a remote controlled g*n at us?" Paul didn't much care if it was clever or not. "A rifle probably," Bee said distantly, her eyes lo
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