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63. The Wrong Answer
Author: Anjali
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Sebastian remained still beside the dining table, the open document case resting in front of him. The apartment was so quiet that he could hear the steady ticking of the wall clock above the kitchen doorway.

His eyes stayed fixed on the photocopied document and across the top, in faded gray lettering, were the words:

Graystone Logistics

Receiving and Audit Unit

The timing was too perfect.One hour ago, he had identified a possible meaning for the initials R.A.U. Now someone had anonymously deliv
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    Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, replacing the previous night's rain with a clear blue sky.Sebastian woke earlier than usual.His first action was not opening the anonymous folder.Instead, he made breakfast, reviewed the notes he had written the night before, and reread them one final time.He drew a line beneath the final entry.Never allow new evidence to erase old evidence.Only after closing the notebook did he leave his apartment. The Botanical Garden occupied several acres near the eastern edge of the city. Families wandered along stone pathways while gardeners trimmed flowerbeds beneath rows of maple trees. Elder volunteers greeted visitors with warm smiles, handing out maps and answering questions.The peaceful surroundings felt strangely disconnected from the investigation consuming Sebastian's thoughts.He stopped at the visitor information desk. A volunteer wearing a green apron looked up and smiled. "Good morning. May I help you?""Good morning," Sebastian

  • 63. The Wrong Answer

    Sebastian remained still beside the dining table, the open document case resting in front of him. The apartment was so quiet that he could hear the steady ticking of the wall clock above the kitchen doorway.His eyes stayed fixed on the photocopied document and across the top, in faded gray lettering, were the words:Graystone LogisticsReceiving and Audit UnitThe timing was too perfect.One hour ago, he had identified a possible meaning for the initials R.A.U. Now someone had anonymously delivered a document confirming exactly that.Instead of satisfaction, uneasiness settled over him.He pulled his chair back and sat down slowly.His gaze never left the folder.Finally, he whispered to himself. "If I were trying to manipulate an investigation..." He paused. "...what would I do?"The answer came almost immediately."I would give the investigator exactly what he wanted to find."Sebastian did not touch the document. Instead, he reached for his phone and opened the camera application.He

  • 62. The Initials

    Sebastian remained standing beneath the entrance canopy of his apartment building long after the cab disappeared around the corner.Rainwater dripped steadily from the edge of the roof, splashing against the concrete walkway below. Residents hurried past him carrying groceries and briefcases, eager to escape the weather, but he barely noticed them.His attention remained fixed on the photograph Evelyn had sent.Edward Gray stood near the center of the loading dock, his posture straight and composed. Beside him, a man held a clipboard while another rested one hand on a steel case stamped with the faded initials R.A.U.Three letters with no explanation. Yet somehow, they had survived on a photograph that Edward had chosen to keep.Sebastian finally slipped the phone into his pocket and walked inside.His apartment greeted him with familiar silence.He locked the door, hung his damp jacket near the entrance, and placed his backpack carefully on the dining table.Instead of opening his fath

  • 61. Evelyn's Discovery

    The evening rain had settled into a gentle drizzle by the time Sebastian hailed a cab.He slid into the back seat, closed the door quietly behind him, and gave the driver his apartment address. The driver acknowledged him with a nod before pulling away from the curb and merging into the slow-moving traffic.Sebastian rested his backpack beside him instead of opening it immediately. Today's investigation had yielded more than he expected.A forged authorization.A missing archive. An anonymous warning.And now Marcus had confirmed that David had once warned him about people who manipulated institutions through paperwork instead of force.The pieces were no longer scattered randomly.They were beginning to align.He took out his phone to finally call Evelyn and just in one ring she received it."Hi, Evelyn.""I'm glad you finally called," Evelyn replied. Relief softened her voice, though Sebastian could hear exhaustion beneath it. "I was beginning to think you had forgotten.""I'm sorry,"

  • 60. The Courier Receipt

    Sebastian waited until he reached a quiet side street before taking out his phone.The evening traffic had begun to thicken, and the sounds of engines and distant horns blended into a steady rhythm around him. A row of small cafes lined one side of the street, while a stationery shop and a travel agency occupied the other.He looked at the business hours displayed on the receipt.City Express Courier – Central BranchOpen until 7:00 p.m.He checked the time.It was just after six.He had enough time.Instead of calling Evelyn immediately, he sent her a brief message.I'm following a lead. I'll call you as soon as I can. Don't discuss the documents with anyone until then.Her reply came almost instantly.I won't. Please be careful.Sebastian smiled faintly before slipping the phone back into his pocket. He always thought after his father's demise he was all alone. There was no one who could take care of him, so he shouldn't rely on others but as soon as Evelyn entered his life, things alr

  • 59. The Pattern Behind the Permission

    For several moments, none of them spoke.The office suddenly felt smaller than it had a few minutes earlier. Outside, muted voices drifted through the closed door as library visitors moved along the corridor, completely unaware that inside the Director's office, three people had just connected events separated by more than a decade.Director Smith broke the silence first.He slowly sat down behind his desk and folded his hands together."If your bank manager is telling the truth," he said carefully, "then someone is still using the same method."Sebastian nodded. "I believe so."He chose his next words with care. "I'm not saying it's the same person."Director Smith appreciated the distinction."But you believe it's the same pattern.""Yes."Meera looked from one man to the other before speaking. "What exactly is the pattern?"Sebastian picked up his notebook and turned it toward them. He drew two columns.At the top of the first, he wrote:Twelve Years AgoAt the top of the second, he

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