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DAHLIA I ’m coming up empty. Despite my attempts to dig into the Vipers’ medical records and find any suspicious absences close to the date of Vi’s attack, they’re so neat and tidy, it’s impossible to find any discrepancies. In the span of the week since I started this job, I’ve managed to gather DNA evidence from most players, including Preston, and they all came out negative. I’m back to square one again. I thought maybe I could gather some clues about Vi’s attack, but it’s proving impossible. Even if I get invited to Vencor’s parties, what am I supposed to do under so much surveillance? Out myself and possibly get killed before I discover anything, that’s what. As I sit in my small office in Vipers Arena, I flip through the backlog files in a last attempt to find anything out of the ordinary. My ass hurts and I shift in my chair. A groan slips out of me as my muscles scream in pain. That asshole Kane really meant it about my inability to walk. I can’t even sit without feeling every