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... "I want more than the logs."
"You want more?" the vendor asked, voice like static and stale caffeine.
Lucas leaned on the stall counter like he owned the structure, the street, the man, and every byte of dirty intel stored behind his bloodshot eyes. He didn’t blink. "I came for the logs. I stayed for the theories."
The vendor blinked. "Theories?"
Ava, standing at Lucas’s left shoulder, hood up and silent, studied the man’s twitchy fingers. They moved like he was ...
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