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POV: Hazel"You are supposed to be dead," Julian said, and his voice shook so hard that the glass walls seemed to hum. "I read your funeral notice. I paid for your gravestone. So tell me who is buried under it, because it is either you or every paper I ever signed."Samuel Grady did not lift his eyes. Rain dripped from his torn brown jacket onto the white marble, one slow drop after another, and each drop sounded like a ticking clock. He was bigger than I remembered from the photographs the police once showed me. But he stood like a man who had been folded up and kept in a drawer for years."The grave is empty, Mr. Daniel," he said. His voice scraped like gravel in a tin cup. "Nobody is buried there. I never died. I was hidden.""Hidden by whom?" Reyes asked."By me," Madame Voss said softly, and every head in the room turned toward her.I stared at her. "You hid him?""For five years," she said. "In a fishing town, two hundred miles north. I paid his rent. I carried his groceries. I

POV: Hazel"Do not step on the third stair," I said, and my own voice sounded like a stranger's. "It always squeaked. And once, during my final bow, I heard someone breathing behind that wall. I never told anyone. I thought I imagined it."Reyes stopped with one boot in the air. Behind me, Julian and Robert held their flashlights steady. The Alder Theater smelled exactly as it always had, of dust and rosin and old red velvet. Gray morning light leaked through the high windows. On the bare stage the ghost light stood in its wire cage, one yellow bulb humming to itself like a lonely song.Robert glanced at the empty seats rising into the dark. "It feels like a church," he said."It was one for me," I answered. "I confessed everything I had to this floor.""Did it ever answer you?""Once," I said. "On my last night, it felt like it was holding its breath."I had not stood in this place since the night of the accident. My feet remembered every board. The creak by the piano on the left. Th

POV: Hazel"Everyone stop talking and listen," Robert said, tapping the whiteboard with a marker. "If we lose one piece of this tonight, Penelope walks free and Julian carries the whole thing alone. Hazel, you start. What do we really have?"It was nearly two in the morning in Reyes's private office. Cold coffee sat in paper cups on every surface. A young technician named Pike hunched over a laptop in the corner, headphones around his neck. On the whiteboard, someone had drawn six empty boxes and numbered them. I stood in front of them the way I used to stand in front of a mirror before a hard routine. Count it out. Do one step at a time."Piece one," I said. "The Row F recording. Fifteen minutes long. We have only heard three. It proves Vincent and Madame Voss planned the accident. It does not say who gave the orders."Robert wrote it down. "Two?""Samuel's notebook," Diane said. She sat curled in a chair with a blanket around her shoulders. "Sixty eight pages of payments. It proves