Damien’s POVThe rain had been falling for hours, a cold, steady rhythm against the tall windows of my study. The city lights bled through the glass, blurred by water, but my focus was locked on the glowing monitor in front of me. Rafael sat beside me, his sleeves rolled up, eyes narrowed at the CCTV footage we had been combing through for the past three hours."Pause it," I said, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the sound of the rain.Rafael hit the space bar and the footage froze — the kitchen corridor of the estate, timestamped three weeks ago. It looked ordinary at first glance, but the cleaner… she was moving too cautiously, her eyes darting to the security camera like a guilty child."There," I pointed at the faint reflection on the stainless steel trolley she was pushing. "She’s hiding something under that cloth."Rafael zoomed in, the image pixelating, but the outline was there — a small, narrow vial."That could be anything," Rafael murmured, though I could hear t
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