By mid morning, Yna was outside the small legal consultancy office she had pinpointed. From across the street, she studied the building, noting exits, shadows, and the faint reflections in the windows. Her senses were on edge; someone was watching. She didn’t yet know who, but the feeling of being observed prickled at her skin. Inside, a man shuffled nervously with a folder. “Ms. Reyes?” he stammered, glancing at her before returning to his papers. “I… I have the documents you requested.” “Sit,” Yna said, voice calm but firm. “Start from the beginning.” He swallowed hard and began, names and dates spilling out in a rehearsed cadence. But as he spoke, Yna noticed the anomalies the hesitations, repeated phrases, slight mismatches in timelines. She tilted her head, pen moving across her notebook. “Why would someone leave these contradictions… deliberately?” she muttered under her breath. When he finished, Yna closed her notebook slowly. “Thank you. You’ve been helpful,” she said,
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