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"No," Daniel said.
Rachel nodded.
"Good, because I don't have time for the full explanation."
She handed Daniel a copy of the document request from the court.
"They are asking for the original source files."
"I gave them printed copies."
"I know."
"Then why?"
Rachel looked toward the street before answering.
"Because someone provided metadata showing those pages existed in a later version of the file."
Daniel felt a cold pressure move through his chest.
"Someone?"
Rachel did not answer immediately.
That was answer enough.
"Who?"
"I don't know."
Daniel watched her face.
"You do know something."
"I know that whoever is doing this understands how evidence works."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning they are not trying to prove you are wrong."
Rachel lowered her voice.
"They are trying to make people believe you are unreliable."
The sentence stayed with him.
Not because it was surprising.
Because it matched the feeling he had carried for weeks without admitting it.
The fight had never only been about the information.
It had always been about whether people believed the person delivering it.
"I need to find where those pages came from," Daniel said.
Rachel immediately shook her head.
"No."
He looked at her.
"No?"
"No, because right now you are emotionally involved."
"I am the person being accused."
"Exactly."
The sharpness in her voice made Maya stop looking at the courthouse and look at her.
Rachel softened slightly.
"You are angry, and you have a reason to be angry."
She tapped the folder.
"But anger makes people chase the first answer that feels satisfying."
Daniel slipped the photograph deeper into his pocket.
"What would you do?"
"I would find the person who benefits from confusion."
Daniel looked toward the courthouse windows.
"Elaine."
Rachel did not confirm it.
She did not deny it either.
That bothered him more.
The three of them stood there while people passed around them.
A woman hurried by carrying a stack of folders.
A man stopped near the entrance to tie his shoe.
Two teenagers laughed too loudly while waiting for a ride.
Nobody cared about Daniel's crisis.
Nobody knew they were standing beside a person who had spent the last month becoming a stranger in his own life.
Maya broke the silence.
"I want to see your apartment."
Daniel looked at her.
"Why?"
"Because whoever left that photo there wanted you to find it."
"Or someone broke in."
"Did anything else disappear?"
He hesitated.
"No."
"Then why leave only that?"
Daniel hated that the question had no easy answer.
He hated even more that Maya had asked it without trying to sound clever.
She was not chasing a theory.
She was trying to understand why someone had entered his life and left behind a warning.
Rachel checked her phone.
"I have to go back inside."
She looked at Daniel.
"Do not confront Elaine."
Daniel opened his mouth.
Rachel raised a finger.
"That includes emotional confrontations."
"I wasn't going to."
"You were."
He looked at Maya.
Maya nodded.
"You were."
Daniel watched them walk away in opposite directions and felt an unfamiliar frustration.
For years, he had been the person people came to when things fell apart.
He was the calm one.
The organized one.
The person who made lists and found solutions.
Now everyone seemed to see a version of him that he had spent years hiding.
A man who did not know what to do.
By the time he reached his apartment, the sun had already started disappearing behind the buildings.
He stood outside his door longer than necessary.
The hallway smelled like someone cooking garlic two floors below.
A television played loudly through a nearby wall.
A child ran down the hallway and was immediately called back by a tired parent.
Normal life.
Daniel almost missed it.
Before everything changed, he had complained about the noise in this building.
Now he would have given anything for a boring evening.
He unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Nothing looked different.
That was what unsettled him.
A person could enter your home, touch your belongings, leave something behind, and the room could still look exactly the same.
He walked slowly toward his desk.
The envelope was gone.
Maya had taken the photograph, but the envelope itself was not where she said she found it.
Daniel searched beneath the desk.
Nothing.
He opened the drawer.
Receipts.
Old notebooks.
A broken pen he kept meaning to throw away.
He laughed quietly when he saw it.
Even now, he was noticing the pen.
A useless object.
A tiny unfinished task.
A piece of his old life that had survived because he was too distracted to remove it.
His phone buzzed.
This time he did not immediately look.
He waited.
The hesitation bothered him.
A month ago, he would have answered any message within seconds.
Now every notification felt like a door he was not sure he wanted to open.
The message was from the same unknown number.
You need to stop looking for who changed the file.
Daniel stared at the screen.
Another message appeared.
You need to find who created the file first.
He sat down.
His first instinct was anger.
His second was fear.
His third was curiosity.
That combination made him uncomfortable because curiosity was the emotion he trusted least.
Curiosity was what had started all of this.
Eight years earlier, Marcus Vale had told him that curiosity was the beginning of every meaningful change.
Daniel had believed him.
Then Marcus disappeared.
Then everyone who mentioned his name learned to lower their voices.
Daniel opened the message thread.
He typed.
Who are you?
The response came almost immediately.
Someone who waited too long to tell the truth.
Daniel stared at the words.
He typed again.
Where is Marcus Vale?
The typing indicator appeared.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
Finally, a message arrived.
You already know the answer.
Daniel stood up so quickly the chair rolled backward and hit the wall.
May you like
He hated the feeling that moved through him.
Not fear exactly.
