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The night was deep, all sound hushed.
A woman sat alone on the sofa, swirling her glass, her red lips taking a sip of Margarita, her gaze piercing through a butterfly mask and fixing on the screen ahead, where the image of a puppet doll in camouflage clothes, holding the diamond inserted by the Squid Brothers, abruptly appeared.
There, Tom, shamelessly licking the chest of the doll in front of the camera, and a miniature camera inside the car clipped onto the doll's hair like a hairpin. Several others were state-of-the-art wireless invisible cameras that locked onto the unassuming vehicle from all angles without blind spots.
The car door handle had been specially treated so that anyone who touched it could have their fingerprint scanned and sent to her.
The fishing line had been cast out, she was waiting to see what sort of face would appear. She couldn't wait.
