Ifonlyshehadn''tindulgedReya''sstubbornrefusaltocarryaphone.Whatkindofpersondidn''thaveonethesedays?Eventheelderly,evenstreetvendors,evenkidsbarelyoldenoughtoread.Everyonewasreachable,traceable,tetheredtothegrid.

        Butnother.Neverher.

        Lucianstoodaloneinthedesertedamusementpark,thedistanthumofidlemachinerytheonlysoundinthestillnightair.Hisgazedriftedupward,followingtheskeletallinesofpowercablesagainstthedarkskybeforesettlingonanearbyutilitypole.

        "Youhavesurveillancehere?"heaskedabruptly,asiftoconfirm,turningtothemanagertrailingbehindhim.

        Themanagerwipedhisglisteningforeheadwithahandkerchief."Yeah,indoorandoutdoor.Youknowhowitis—nocameras,noproof.Andwhenthingsgowrong,guesswhoendsupfootingthebill?"

        Lucianshothimasharplook.Themanquicklyswallowedtherestofhiscomplaints.

        "Yourteamalreadypulledallthefootage,"headdedhastily.

        Ignoringhim,Lucianresumedwalking,hisbootsscuffingagainstthewindingpathwaysthatcoiledbetweensilentridesandshutteredgamestalls.Hiseyesflickedupwardeveryfewsteps,scanningforsecuritycameras.Soonenough,hefoundhimselfbacknearthehauntedhouse.

        Thepolicetapeflappedinafaintbreeze,abrightyellowbarrieragainstthegrimscenewithin.Nearby,thefadedgrayfacadeofthecastleattractionloomed,itsfaux-stonewallschippedandweathered.

        Lucian''sattentionshiftedtoanarrowalleywedgedbetweenthetwostructures,barelymorethanagapinthearchitecture,half-swallowedbyshadows.

        "Doessurveillancecoverthat?"Hepointed.

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