{Rennon}
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By the time I returned to Zenon's office, the hallway had dimmed into twilight hues spilling through the tall glass windows of the academic block.
When I opened the office door, Lennon had his feet up on the chair across from Zenon's desk, and Zenon had returned to his reading.
Both of them looked up as soon as I entered.
Without speaking, I closed the door behind me, walked to the nearest empty chair, and let myself sink into it with a quiet exhale.
"Well?" Lennon asked, mouth half-full of pasta. "Don't keep us waiting, Sherlock. Who stole the damn yearbook?"
I folded my arms and replied evenly, "One of the Student Council assistants. Former archive staff. She never returned her access card."
Lennon whistled low and dropped his feet to the ground. "Let me guess—acting all clueless and stammering like a duck caught in moonlight?"
"She did scramble the moment she saw me," I said. "And when I asked about the yearbook… she gave up fast. Barely needed a push."
