Ifonlyshehadn''''tindulgedReya''''sstubbornrefusaltocarryaphone.Whatkindofpersondidn''''thaveohesedays?Eventheelderly,evevendors,evenkidsbarelyoldenoughtoread.Everyonewasreachable,traceable,tetheredtothegrid.
Butnother.Neverher.
Lustoodalohedesertedamusementpark,thedistanthumofidlemaerytheonlysoundiillnightair.Hisgazedriftedupward,followingtheskeletallinesofpowercablesagainstthedarkskybeforesettlingonanearbyutilitypole.
"Youhavesurveilncehere?"heaskedabruptly,asiftofirm,turningtothemarailingbehindhim.
Themanagerwipedhisglisteningforeheadwithahandkerchief."Yeah,indoorandoutdoor.Youknowhowitis—nocameras,noproof.Ahingsg,guesswhoendsupfootingthebill?"
Lushothimasharplook.Themanquicklyswallowedtherestofhispints.
"Yourteamalreadypulledallthefootage,"headdedhastily.
Ignhim,Luresumedwalking,hisbootsscuffingagainstthewindingpathwaysthatcoiledbetweeridesandshutteredgamestalls.Hiseyesflickedupwardeveryfewsteps,singforsecuritycameras.Soonenough,hefoundhimselfbaearthehauntedhouse.
Thepolicetapefppedinafaintbreeze,abrightyellowbarrieragainstthegrimsewithin.Nearby,thefadedgrayfacadeofthecastleattraloomed,itsfaux-stonewallschippedahered.
Lu''''sattentionshiftedtoanarrowalleywedgedbetweewostructures,barelymorethanagapinthearchitecture,half-swallowedbyshadows.
"Doessurveilncecoverthat?"Hepointed.
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