The active file stayed on Julian's screen long after the discussion ended.
Nobody wanted to leave the security office.
The discovery had changed everything.
For weeks they had been chasing old records.
Old names.
Old secrets.
Now they knew one thing for certain.
The people who buried the truth had never stopped protecting it.
Somewhere inside the terminal was the reason.
Elena looked around the room.
Boxes filled with documents covered every surface.
Maps hung from the walls.
Shipping records sat stacked on tables.
Yet it still felt like they were missing something.
Something important.
Something close.
Alexander seemed to feel it too.
He stood near the old route map recovered earlier that week.
His eyes followed the lines carefully.
Again and again.
Looking.
Searching.
Thinking.
Then suddenly he stepped closer.
"Wait."
Everyone looked up.
Mateo lowered the file he was reading.
"What?"
Alexander pointed toward a section of the map.
Near the lower edge.
