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What caught his breath most was the camera app still open. A photo had been taken—time-stamped forty-five minutes ago. It was a shot from inside this very taxi. The door was open, and beyond it stood a run-down building with neon letters glowing in the sunlight. “She took this before getting out,” Clark murmured, his eyes glued to the screen.
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