Chapter 26: Vane's Analysis
The interrogation had ended, but the sense of being watched had only intensified. Zeta returned to his routine, yet every corridor in the library now felt like a stage, and every security camera felt like an accusatory finger. Detective Vane had let him walk away, but it was not an act of mercy. It was the calculated patience of a predator. Back at his desk, Zeta kept his head down, performing the monotonous tasks of an archivist with rhythmic, practiced dullness. He could feel the weight of Vane's gaze even when the detective was nowhere in sight.
Vane sat in the darkened observation hub, surrounded by glowing monitors and cascading streams of raw data. He was replaying the interrogation footage for the tenth time. On the screen, Zeta appeared small, defeat
