Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQK2A8J547E5V9Q4WFYXQM

Detective Harlow Quinn stepped off the platform of the abandoned Tube station, her boots echoing in the hollow silence. The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and something else—something metallic and sharp. She adjusted the strap of her satchel, her fingers brushing the worn leather, a habit born of years of service. The station was a relic, forgotten by time, its tiles cracked and peeling, the once-vibrant advertisements now faded ghosts of their former selves. Her colleague, Detective Eva Kowalski, stood near the center of the platform, her curly red hair a stark contrast against the grim surroundings. She held a small, worn leather satchel, her round glasses perched precariously on the bridge of her nose. Eva's green eyes were fixed on the ground, her freckled face pale under the dim light of the station. "Quinn," Eva acknowledged, her voice barely above a whisper. She tucked a strand of hair behind her left ear, a nervous habit that Quinn had come to recognize. "Kowalski," Quinn replied, her voice steady and calm. She scanned the area, her sharp jaw set in a line of concentration. The station was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant drip of water echoing through the tunnels. "What do we have?" Quinn asked, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. The platform was littered with debris, but something about it didn't sit right with her. The evidence was too... neat. Too deliberate. Eva hesitated, her gaze flickering to the ground. "It's strange, Quinn. The forensics team is still going over everything, but... it's like the scene was staged." Quinn raised an eyebrow, her brown eyes sharp and focused. "Staged? How so?" Eva gestured to the ground, her fingers trembling slightly. "Look at the footprints. They lead in a straight line to the body, but there's no sign of struggle. No drag marks, no signs of a fight. It's like the victim just... lay down and died." Quinn crouched down, her eyes scanning the ground. The footprints were indeed too perfect, too precise. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a pair of gloves, slipping them on before carefully examining the prints. They were deep, as if the person had been carrying something heavy, but there was no other evidence to support that. She stood up, her eyes narrowing as she looked around the station. The walls were covered in graffiti, the tags overlapping each other in a chaotic dance of color and form. But one tag stood out, its stark black lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. It was a symbol, a circle with a line through it, and in the center, a small, intricate design that Quinn didn't recognize. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the symbol. Eva followed her gaze, her eyes widening slightly. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "I've never seen it before." Quinn pulled out her phone, snapping a quick photo of the symbol. She would run it through the database later, see if it matched anything in their records. For now, she needed to focus on the scene in front of her. She walked over to the body, her eyes taking in every detail. The victim was a man, his clothes expensive but rumpled, as if he had been in a hurry. His eyes were wide open, his mouth frozen in a silent scream. Quinn crouched down, her eyes scanning the body for any signs of injury. "There's no blood," she murmured, her fingers brushing against the man's wrist. His skin was cold, the rigidity of death already setting in. She checked his pockets, finding a wallet, a set of keys, and a small, brass compass. The compass was unusual, its face etched with protective sigils, the needle pointing towards the far wall of the station. "What's this?" she asked, holding up the compass. Eva leaned in, her eyes widening as she took in the intricate design. "I've never seen anything like it," she admitted. "It's not something you'd find in a regular shop." Quinn pocketed the compass, her eyes scanning the body one last time before standing up. She walked over to the far wall, her eyes narrowing as she took in the graffiti. The symbol was there again, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo before turning back to Eva. "We need to get this station sealed off," she said, her voice firm. "No one in or out until we've had a chance to go over everything." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. 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Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. 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Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. "It's the key to all of this." Eva nodded, her fingers already flying over the screen of her own phone. "I'll get the team down here," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. Quinn turned back to the wall, her eyes scanning the graffiti. The symbol was there, its stark lines a stark contrast against the faded paint. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the symbol, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all. Something was wrong here, something that didn't add up. The evidence was too neat, too deliberate. It was like the scene had been staged, every detail carefully planned and executed. But why? And who was behind it? She pulled out her phone, snapping another photo of the symbol before turning back to Eva. "We need to find out what this symbol means," she said, her voice firm. 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