Imran POVThe more pieces I found, the worse everything looked.At this point, I wasn't even surprised anymore.Every time Pierre and I uncovered something new, it led to another question, another connection, another reason to understand why my father had disappeared without a trace.I sat at the dining table with papers spread around me, half-empty coffee beside my elbow, my eyes burning from staring at the same names for hours.The same damn names.Again.And again.And again.At first, I thought I was imagining it.I thought exhaustion was making me connect dots that weren't really connected.But after the fifth time?The sixth?No.That wasn't a coincidence, that was a pattern. A dangerous one.I rubbed my face and leaned back in my chair.The records Pierre helped me recover were incomplete, but they weren't useless.Far from it.My father had hidden information everywhere.Accounts.Transactions.Meeting records.Old correspondence.Pieces of a puzzle scattered across years.Ind
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