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The maintenance annex door was open, security personnel moving in controlled formation, radios crackling with clipped Spanish I barely registered.
The perpetrator was already on the ground, face-down, hands zip-tied behind his back, two officers pinning him in place while a third read him his rights in rapid-fire Castilian.
But I didn’t look at him.
I looked past the wall of bodies, past the tactical team clearing the space, past the discarded weapon now sealed in ...
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