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Dawn fell over Las Vegas like a black pall. Sin City was dark just hours before dawn, and inside Spencer's office it was no different.

The inspector paced back and forth, and nearly pulled out the hairs on his own head. Nervousness was rumbling through his mind, and all he could do was relax and think.

And that was when the door to his incredibly disorganized office opened. Colton entered the space, dressed differently. His usual uniform had been exchanged for pants and a sweatshirt. The agent looked at Spencer with nothing less than irritation and curiosity. Because, to call him in the middle of the night and ask him to come to the police department, the inspector would need to have a good reason.

- "What there was?"

- "The recording... the recording," Spencer muttered, completely stunned.

- "Recording?"

- "There was a microchip inside the watch. It took me a few hours to access the information, but I managed to do it."

- "There was an engraving on the microchip," Colton stated.

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