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"Badge four belongs to Trent Ashby," Nash said, thumb already scrolling. "Facilities contractor. HVAC and card-reader maintenance, three buildings on rotation. Clinic's one of them."
"So he's legitimate," Marisol said.
"He's legitimate the way a key is legitimate right up until somebody uses it on the wrong door." Nash turned the phone around. A grainy contractor ID photo, forgettable face, the kind built for walking past people without being remembered. "Same badge cleared a card reader at a law office downtown four days ago. Corrigan and Wells."
Emma's hand found my arm. "That's Derek's firm."
"That's Derek's firm," Nash agreed.
Nobody said anything for a second. Sophia was already typing, Raven had gone very quiet in the way that meant she was deciding whether something neede
