He crouched to check the frame, and Sam saw the little red light blinking. He left her to investigate the camera, seeming to get the hang of it easily. “For you,” Bern said, stroking her cheek with his thumb, “anything.” “He could find it,” Bern warned, but his real reaction was evident in his parted, flushed lips, his slitted eyes. “Give me something to remember you by, the next time your job steals you away.” “Would you mind if I taped us?” she asked him coyly, as though she couldn’t guess. Sam watched his throat work as he swallowed, and smiled to herself. His attention flashed to the side, just for a moment – to the camera on its stand.
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