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A pause.
“Understood.”
The radio goes silent.
Arthur glances at me.
“He’ll get it.”
“I know.”
That doesn’t mean Kane will survive doing it.
On the security feed, the second man returns to the porch.
He carries a cardboard box.
My office files.
He drops it beside Sage’s backpack.
“What’s in there?” Taylor asks.
“Old records.”
“Company?”
“Personal.”
Hayley.
Every search I made after she disappeared.
Names.
Addresses.
Reports from investigators who found nothing.
Eighteen years of failure packed inside one box.
Arthur recognizes it.
“Your Hayley files.”
“Yes.”
The man tips the gas can.
Fuel pours over the box.
I don’t care about the paper.
I know what I did.
I know how long I searched.
I don’t need proof.
