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In the washed-out morning of the green room, Jack cuffs Juno to a music stand and quietly turns the space into a witness box. He lays out the technical proof that her own doctored demo-her breath pitched low under Ave Maria-became the prototype ransom file that predators later used on a real child. She finally gives the one sentence he needs on tape: that she and a "boy who thought they were right" built the first fake to force attention onto the rooms where art is bought and kids aren't, never imagining Casey would be chained to the sequel. Jack hands Juno to the cops, then walks the chain of custody: Ruth takes the forged "Page 47," the pen and pad that prove Matias practiced her handwriting, and the rehearsal recorder that captured his confession.
As news breaks-Maestro, mogul, muse, child saved-the city spins its tidy version while Jack checks on the only one that matters. At the clinic, Casey wraps herself in a blanket and titles her new notebook "Today I am not a file," asking if the "bad choir teacher" is in jail. Jack answers carefully, promising the case stays open as long as she needs. Labs match nib to grooves, watermark to room; analysts lock in the coin-buzz signature he and Juno left under her tone. Juno's new single "Help Me Sleep," carrying a quieter watermark cousin, starts hourly rotation as she's walked in cuffs past cameras, singing Ave Maria in the elevator until hardened officers cry.
By night, warrants, spectrograms and graphite layers are all moving toward court while Jack moves through the city's quieter backbeats: dropping gold star stickers and a river decal for Casey's notebook, flipping the original coin into the water by the pump house, sitting in St. Leon's empty nave without lighting a candle. He knows Jasper will try to buy a better narrative and Matias will audition as tragic savior of "music," but the paper and audio now "sing" a version they don't control. Jack goes home to a desk with a folded bag, a recorder, and a note to call Casey's mother about soup and pages. The case will fracture into versions tomorrow, yet he lets the last thought stay simple: a girl who isn't a file anymore, a line in her own hand, and a man who chooses to believe her.
As news breaks-Maestro, mogul, muse, child saved-the city spins its tidy version while Jack checks on the only one that matters. At the clinic, Casey wraps herself in a blanket and titles her new notebook "Today I am not a file," asking if the "bad choir teacher" is in jail. Jack answers carefully, promising the case stays open as long as she needs. Labs match nib to grooves, watermark to room; analysts lock in the coin-buzz signature he and Juno left under her tone. Juno's new single "Help Me Sleep," carrying a quieter watermark cousin, starts hourly rotation as she's walked in cuffs past cameras, singing Ave Maria in the elevator until hardened officers cry.
By night, warrants, spectrograms and graphite layers are all moving toward court while Jack moves through the city's quieter backbeats: dropping gold star stickers and a river decal for Casey's notebook, flipping the original coin into the water by the pump house, sitting in St. Leon's empty nave without lighting a candle. He knows Jasper will try to buy a better narrative and Matias will audition as tragic savior of "music," but the paper and audio now "sing" a version they don't control. Jack goes home to a desk with a folded bag, a recorder, and a note to call Casey's mother about soup and pages. The case will fracture into versions tomorrow, yet he lets the last thought stay simple: a girl who isn't a file anymore, a line in her own hand, and a man who chooses to believe her.
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