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The hallway is too bright, too loud, too normal for a day like this. Someone saw a detective's badge at the front office. Word travels fast here - it always does. You keep your chin up, your steps even, your face a mask you've been perfecting your whole life. Then you see Logan across the hall. No panic. No signal. Just that steady, dark-eyed look that says: *hold it together.* The two of you have buried worse than this. You've covered for each other since before you could drive, bound by a history your families wrote long before that night. But the detective is already inside. And somewhere in this building, Mike knows something she hasn't decided what to do with yet.