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Thorne didn't turn around. He just reached for his cold coffee, his reflection on the screen showing a man who finally knew too much.

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Back at his desk, he plugged it in. The screen flickered to life. It wasn't a spreadsheet or a legal brief. It was a video file, crisp and sharp. He pressed play. Thorne didn't turn around

"Is the resolution high enough for you, Detective?" a voice rasped from the dark. doesn't wash anything away; it just turns the

The image wasn't of a politician or a lobbyist. It was a live feed of his own office. On the screen, he saw himself sitting at the computer, lit by the blue glow of the monitor. Behind him, a shadow moved.