Searching for it relentlessly
“Everyone believed the front piece was gone forever,” the burglar continued, his voice low but steady now. “But we knew it was out there.” Slowly, almost reluctantly, he lifted his gaze to Harper.
Shame flickered in his tired eyes, mixing with a trace of pride. “It’s solid gold,” he admitted. “Eighty percent pure. Worth tens of millions.” The weight of that number pressed into the air, thick and undeniable.
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