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Mara called the hotel’s security chief, , a former police detective with a knack for puzzles. He arrived in a rain‑slicked trench coat, his eyes scanning the lobby’s shadows. She glanced at the antique clock on the
A thin envelope slipped through the front door’s mail slot, soaked but still legible. Its contents were a single line, typed in a hurried font: