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The footage opened onto a street that smelled of rain and heat. A delivery van idled under an orange streetlight; two figures leaned against the brick of a shuttered shop, their shadows elongated and steady. One of them was small enough to read as nervous; the other carried themselves with the practiced ease of a person who had rehearsed a lie until it felt like truth. Remy panned in, zooming on hands—hands are always honest. The nervous one fidgeted with a folded envelope. The practiced one tapped a cigarette and watched the road.