The Friday morning rush hour on Bellevue Way was alive with the hum of luxury European sedans, commuter shuttles, and tech workers hurrying into gleaming glass office towers. The crisp autumn air was clean and sharp under a pale blue sky. At eight-forty-five AM, Mark Hayes stepped out of the lobby of a boutique coffee shop on the corner of Bellevue Way and Northeast 8th Street, clutching a large paper…
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