Marcus showed up at the hotel two days later with the overnight package Dana had sent, plus a second folder of his own, thicker than I expected, his expression carrying the particular, focused energy I recognized from the night he'd once handed me a highlighted statute across a diner table years ago.“I spent yesterday checking everything again,” he said, spreading both folders across our small table. “Dana’s original report is still solid. The lighting doesn’t match, the window reflection is different, and there are signs the images were edited.....her work was convincing five years ago, and it still holds up today.”"But," Daxton said, catching something in Marcus's tone."But I found something new," Marcus said. "Or rather, old, that nobody ever connected properly before now."He pulled a single page from his own folder and slid it across the table.“The hotel room that never existed,” he said. “Five years ago, you proved it was fake by calling the hotel’s front desk but nobody inv
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