Not to be sold
The detective’s expression hardened instantly. “You mean you wanted to sell it,” he said bluntly, leaving no room for interpretation. The burglar didn’t argue. His lips tightened as he gave a single, silent nod.
“That kind of treasure doesn’t belong locked away,” he muttered bitterly. His tone was laced with frustration, as if he was trying to justify the unthinkable. The room grew even quieter, the weight of truth pressing down.
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