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Every report.

Every missing record.

Every dead end.

Managed from the beginning by the man assigned to uncover the truth.

“He controlled the inquiry,” Rook said.

Fathom’s answer came quietly.

“Yes.”

“The witnesses.”

“Yes.”

“The evidence.”

“Yes.”

Rook kept the camera trained on the hangar.

The conspiracy hadn’t hidden from investigators.

The conspiracy had owned the investigation.

A third man emerged to greet Thornton.

Walter Graves.

Three faces from their board were now inside the same building.

Madow.

Graves.

And the investigator who had buried the truth.

“Fathom, record everything.”

“Already doing it.”

A fourth vehicle approached.

Unlike the others, it didn’t stop for inspection. The gate opened before it arrived.

The SUV moved directly into the hangar.

Its windows were completely blacked out.

No passenger emerged outside.

The hangar doors closed behind it.

Falcon lowered his scope.

“Someone important.”