tood in the library, rolling the t

f his father's business decades ago. Quiet, beautiful, loyal. She disappeared after a scandal no one dared bring up. And now

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ucien. "Did Se

t we're running facial matches now. And--" Lucien handed over

sed a brow

t she slipp

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want me to leak her p

ket. "Let them think the nigh

t angry.

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e bathroom, scrubbing off the remnants of makeup

ven know the

smoke. Helped her.

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get helped in p

something. Maybe Marc

ning, unmarked and slid neat

apon drawn by instinct. No

written in elegant cur

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r spine. She opened it slowly, fingers brushing

a p

inet. Her hand mid-air as she reached for the ledger. The ti

tage. They w

wanted her

screen filled with freeze-frames of Lyra Vale's infiltration. He had sent

an invi

wonder who saw her. Let her spiral

rtists - they cracked under pressure when th

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n loo

Celina. Died ten years ago. Minor records of

een watc

s arms. "Want me

he thinks she's still in control. That'

n his screen - Lyra's

thing. We don't

ight. Marco and Isla watched from op

aid. "They know what you look l

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ply. "I'm not ru

is sui

me dead, I'd be dead. But they sent this,"

ned. "Or

me off, they wouldn't be this subtle. This is someo

lled out the stolen papers aga

in particular, stood out: a photo of Benito Arceo with a child in his arms - not a public photo,

her's n

mbled slightly a

range number written on the corner. A code

something inside her cracked

made the game

wasn't just a th

was

of a Mafia Bos

book Lyra had broken into. She had seen the edges of something too big for he

low. "Welcome to