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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-15 14:37:11

~NICO~

We’re halfway across the lot when Enzo starts talking again.

He had been quiet on the way out of the club, letting me finish up with the last of the calls, but now that we’re moving toward the car, he picks it back up like the conversation never paused.

“There’s something off about the timeline,” he says, falling into step beside me. “I went through the records again.”

I don’t slow down. “You already said that.”

“I didn’t say what I found.”

That makes me glance at him briefly before look
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