Leonardo's POV I woke up at five-thirty because sleep never stayed long after Genna left my head spinning. I pulled on sweatpants, walked downstairs quiet so I would not wake Denise, went straight to the study. The house still felt asleep, only the birds outside making noise. I opened the door, stepped inside, stopped dead.The oil painting over the safe hung one inch crooked. I always left it perfect, always checked twice before bed. I crossed the room fast, swung the painting open, looked at the dial. Someone had spun it, not back to zero, just enough to notice. I opened the safe easy because I never really locked it against family. The files sat almost exactly as I left them, except the silver frame with baby Genna lay half a centimeter forward. I picked it up, ran my thumb over the glass, felt the tiny shift in dust. Someone had held this.I checked everything quick. Clinton’s file, photographs, investigation notes, witness statements, everything else untouched, but one long dar
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