Book Seven: Chapter 42

With a yank, she pulled a towel out that had been concealing equipment to replace the video cameras and listening devices that Quetzalli had destroyed. One fell to the floor. Dropping all the toilet paper, she crouched down and picked the device up.

“What the fuck is this?” she demanded, shoving it in the nearest person’s face. “This looks suspicious.”

“They carry stuff like that just in case.” Wallace kept his tone light and playful as he grabbed her by the elbow and gently led her away. “They’re not just cleaners, but electricians and plumbers. It’s like a whole service industry.”

“Really?” Lily held up the wires with the camera on one end. “And that’s what this is?”

“That’s not for this room, obviously. We have security devices everywhere.” Wallace took the camera from her and tucked it in his pocket. “Did you see the merfolk came? That’s pretty interesting, right?”

“I guess.” Lily flopped on the nearest couch, allowing the front of her robe to slide