Lila's POVBy the time I made it back upstairs, the building had gone quiet. Everyone else had already moved downstairs after the investigation, and judging by the voices drifting faintly through the stairwell, they were getting ready to leave. I stood in the doorway of the storage room for a moment, looking at the mess we'd spent the afternoon sorting through.there was nothing, no hidden documents, no obvious connection to my father's death. Nothing that explained why Moretti Industries had kept records in a place that had supposedly been abandoned years ago.I should have been relieved.Instead, I felt irritated that I'd wasted half a day chasing dust.I turned to leave, caught my shoe against a box, and sent it scraping across the floor."Great."A few loose papers slid out.I crouched with a sigh and began gathering them, more out of habit than interest. Most were invoices, old employee records, things that probably hadn't mattered to anyone in years. I shoved them back into the
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