KaidenI couldn’t let this go undocumented."Get that one, too," the professor said behind me, nodding toward a shelf tucked beneath a peeling poster of a lingerie model. "That might be a brand marking."I crouched down and took the shot, my fingers trembling slightly. I hated this. Hated how close we were to it all. Hated that it still smelled like burnt sugar and copper in the air.When I straightened and turned toward the professor, I caught a glimpse of the client's retreating silhouette through the dusty window—he was halfway down the alley now, ducking behind a dumpster.Something about him tugged at me.“I’ve seen him before,” I said slowly.He looked over. “Where?”“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, frustrated. “Something about him feels familiar.”“Could’ve been at one of those parties,” the professor said, his voice cold. “A lot of those clients showed their faces when they thought they were invincible.”I nodded absently, trying to reach into the fog of my memory. There were so
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