Dallas slips into the security hub as the hallway lights die behind him. Monitors glow blue in the dark, one feed stuck on the bridal suite floor like a lie that will not move.
The purge clock is already running.
He crosses to the terminal, shoulders tight, and starts pulling the internal logs before the system can wipe them clean. On one screen, access timestamps stack up around the wedding route like fingerprints on glass.
Clara
Please tell me that machine is still saving something.
A thin strip of printer paper spits out, curling onto the desk. Dallas snatches it up. The log shows repeated camera checks, a fake maintenance mask, and a handoff tied to the bridal suite corridor.
Clara
That means they were watching the room, not just the hall.
Dallas keeps the file open and pushes one more layer deeper. The final entry points to the route feeding Elena’s future, and the purge bar stalls just long enough for him to copy it out.
Clara
Then take it. If they touched the wedding, we prove it now.
Secure the internal logs
Identify the hotel staff handoff