The Brooklyn art restoration studio had been transformed into an unyielding fortress of forensic analysis. In the cavernous third-floor loft, floor-to-ceiling glass partition walls had been converted into expansive cryptographic whiteboards. Red, amber, and ultraviolet markers traced the complex financial vascular system of Victor Hale's corporate empire. Maya Thorne stood at the center of the room with a silver stylus in hand, wearing a charcoal wool sweater with the sleeves…
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