Do you know him?
Her instincts flared. She pointed urgently at the screen, her voice rising. “There! His face, I see it—do you know him?” The image was brief but undeniable, frozen in her mind. That fleeting moment was critical, a single crack in their otherwise meticulous plan. The camera they planted themselves had betrayed them, capturing the slip that could unravel everything, a mistake sealed forever in the cold, unblinking eye of the lens.
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