(Daniel’s POV)The next day, I dressed like every other normal morning, but nothing about me was normal anymore. Not my thoughts, not my movements, not even the way I looked at my own reflection. I adjusted my tie slowly, staring into the mirror longer than usual. My eyes looked different—sharper, heavier… watchful, like a man who had seen something he wasn’t supposed to see, or worse… a man who had been seen.I grabbed my keys and stepped out of the house, locking the door behind me with a quiet awareness I hadn’t felt before. Every sound mattered now. Every movement had meaning. As I drove toward the office, my mind replayed everything that had happened over the past few days—Patrick’s death, his wife’s strange behavior, Benson’s visits, Lucas’ silence. Too many loose ends, too many secrets, and somehow all of them seemed connected.When I got to the office, I forced myself into routine. Paperwork, reports, conversations with colleagues. There was an urgent case waiting on my desk,
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