Meanwhile, Andres was still tearing the city apart trying to find Maeve.
He had sent men to Aethelburg University and The Quiet Garden.
The reports came back: she hadn't gone to class, and her car wasn't parked outside the garden.
Andres felt a suffocating wave of frustration tightening his chest.
God was messing with him.
He usually never went anywhere without his phone, but the one day he left it in the car, Maeve had actually initiated dinner plans.
Nancy was a walking disaster. She had just returned to Aethelburg and was already causing massive problems for him.
While racking his brain, Andres realized something didn't add up.
"Isn't Maeve's birthday in June?"
According to the background check Hans had run, her birthday should have passed months ago.
Yet in her message, she had explicitly stated that today was her birthday.
Even factoring in the difference between the lunar and solar calendars, June and October were entirely too far apart.
When it came to Maeve's birthday, Murray was quick to chime in.
"I know this! Miss Vance's birthday is June first."
"You have a surprisingly good memory," Hans noted.
"It's hard to forget," Murray said. "June first is Children's Day."
"I was even planning to get her a huge present when the day came around."
If even Murray remembered it, then Andres's memory wasn't the issue.
Murray shot Hans a skeptical look.
"When you pulled Miss Vance's file, you didn't screw up her date of birth, did you?"
Andres had completely given up on Hans.
"I thought at least the basic details would be accurate."
"Now it seems the files you put on my desk were pure fiction."
Hans remained painfully silent.
He had busted his ass investigating that information, only to have it completely invalidated in an instant.
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