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The hidden compartment was behind the lower drawer of Harold Vaughn's study desk - precisely where his recording had hinted.
It took Isabella two hours, a flashlight, and a flat-head screwdriver to find it.
The false panel popped loose with a soft click.
Inside:
A single leather-bound folder. Thick. Heavy. Labeled in her father's handwriting:
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