“I don’t need to break anything, Marcus,” I said calmly. “But that 4K security camera with audio recording in the corner…”
I pointed a steady finger toward the ceiling, where a small black dome blinked silently above the maître d’ station.
“…just broke your entire defense.”
Marcus looked up. He saw the camera. He saw the red light. The color drained from his face, leaving him ashen.
