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Marcus twisted a dial. The maple across the street enlarged as the camera zoomed in, bringing every twig into sharp relief. Lydia gasped as a pair of pale blue eyes made contact with hers.

Marcus assaulted a series of new keys. Now their target was visible from four angles. “Up close and personal, kid.” As though on cue, the young man smiled, and the screen exploded with life. Lydia heard Marcus swallow. Moving slowly, as though she feared startling the man on the screen, she tapped the image with a long unpainted nail. “Star turn,” she whispered. “He’ll gross eighty grand.”