Unlocking the Office Door
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They reached Flint’s office. A strip of police tape hung loosely across the doorframe. Flint took a steadying breath before stepping inside. Cabinets were slightly ajar. His desk chair was pushed far back.
Papers were scattered, though not chaotically. Someone had searched with intention, not frenzy. The officer stood behind him, watching his every reaction.
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