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When the sirens finally arrive, the mayor is already cooling on the warehouse floor-one neat shot to the head, no theater, no staged pockets, just a period at the end of a corrupt sentence. His daughter steps over the body like it's a mess she's already decided to clean and kisses Jack hard enough to taste blood before pressing a cassette into his hand. On tape, her voice calmly confesses to framing Jack Colder for moving kids, selling footage to the council, and pulling the trigger on her father. It's a confession built like a trap... and scored by a familiar three-click hum.
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When the sirens finally arrive, the mayor is already cooling on the warehouse floor-one neat shot to the head, no theater, no staged pockets, just a period at the end of a corrupt sentence. His daughter steps over the body like it's a mess she's already decided to clean and kisses Jack hard enough to taste blood before pressing a cassette into his hand. On tape, her voice calmly confesses to framing Jack Colder for moving kids, selling footage to the council, and pulling the trigger on her father. It's a confession built like a trap... and scored by a familiar three-click hum.

With the crooked-tie detective and the woman with the umbrella as the only adults in the room, Jack takes the tape to a relic shop that still knows how to listen. Stripped of treble, the "confession" reveals a director's cough and a soft "cut" riding under her words. A.M. has turned her into a scene, not a killer.

Following a ghost of peeling paint from the blindfold clip, Jack hunts down an abandoned train station repurposed as the council's traveling interrogation set: softboxes, taped marks, a bolted chair, a ledger of "rentals" with A.M.'s initials and tonight's blank line. He's just missed her. A.M. appears in the doorway with his lacquer pen and the same quiet arrogance, offering Jack a chance to sign the narrative clean and walk away.

Instead, Jack walks back into daylight, holding a poisoned confession, a contact sheet that finally caught A.M.'s face, and one text that matters more than all the headlines: Two o'clock. Athena sublevel. Bring a pen. She's been charged. The papers are already calling him her lover. The council thinks it owns the byline. Jack heads toward Athena to prove them wrong.


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