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"It was taped to the underside of a drawer. Maintenance found it when they were replacing the lock." Miller opened the notebook, finding pages of dates, amounts, and cryptic notations. "SC - 50K - DC" read one entry. "SC - 75K - MS" read another. "Emily Caldwell," Rachel translated. "And we believe the letters at the end refer to locations. DC is likely the Downtown Club where Wilson had a membership. MS might be Madison Square." "Payment locations," Miller said, the pieces falling into place. "And the amounts?" "Correspond perfectly with the timing of loan approvals," Rachel confirmed, sliding a spreadsheet toward him. "Two days before each loan received final approval, there's an entry in

A soft blue map flickered to life, minimalist lines and coded access points. Samuel peered over her shoulder. “You even know how to read that?” “Enough.” Her finger traced the glowing pathways. “Performance Hall’s this way. If he’s anywhere public, that’s where he’ll be.” She shut the terminal off and tucked the card away. Then froze. Footsteps. Two Citadel enforcers turned the corner, their armor catching the light, faces hidden behind mirrored visors. They hadn’t seen them yet, but they would. Abigail yanked Samuel into a narrow maintenance shaft, pressing them both into the shadows as the enforcers walked past, voices flat and filtered.