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Chapter Sixty: The Investigator’s Report

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Grace Chen called Victoria on a Wednesday at four-fifteen.

Victoria called me at four-twenty-two with the specific quality in her voice that she produced when something had arrived that was both expected and significant simultaneously, the quality of a person who had been building toward a moment and was now in it and was not going to pretend the moment was ordinary.

“It’s moving,” she said.

I set down my pen. “Tell me.”

“Grace Chen’s office has completed their preliminary review of the Channel
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