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Chapter 17

Author: Triple G
last update publish date: 2026-05-04 17:24:44

The forensic examiner Patricia had sent to the storage unit was a woman named Dr. Ingrid Solano, and she worked with the focused efficiency of someone who had spent twenty years in a field that did not tolerate imprecision.

Her preliminary findings arrived on a Monday in a six-page report that Patricia forwarded to Mia with a single line of her own text at the top:

Read page four first.

Mia read page four first.

Dr. Solano had analyzed both composition notebooks using ink dating techniques, pap
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