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The wail of police sirens tore through the heavy silence of the Hawthorne estate, cutting across the manicured lawns like a blade. Mara remained frozen on her side near the base of the grand staircase, her breath shallow, her hands trembling against the floorboards. She could hear the frantic pounding of heavy shoes racing up the drive, followed by the metallic click of car doors slamming shut. They were here. / Chapter 13 / 20

Chapter 13 - The Glint of Gold

The security desk at the far end of the lobby was manned by Marcus, a retired neighborhood police officer who knew every shadow of the estate. He glanced up from his monitor as Vance approached the central display case, noticing the strange angle of the man's posture.

Marcus pressed his comm-link. "Mara, we’ve got an unauthorized loiterer lingering around the Robert Hawthorne Memorial Case in the main foyer. Shall I intervene?"

On the second-floor landing, Mara paused, her clipboard slipping slightly in her grip. A sudden, cold prickle of intuition swept down her spine. "Keep an eye on him, Marcus. I’m coming down."

Down in the lobby, Vance’s nimble fingers slid the tension tool into the seam of the glass display case. With a faint, metallic click, the magnetic lock disengaged. His gloved hand reached inside, sliding past fountain pens, signet rings, and old cuff links until his fingers brushed against a heavy, cold metallic disc: the silver pocket watch of Robert Hawthorne.

He pulled it out, slipping it quickly into his deep coat pocket.

"Excuse me," a calm, resolute voice echoed across the marble floor.

Vance froze. He turned slowly to find Mara standing ten feet away, her eyes fixed on him with absolute, unblinking clarity. She wasn't trembling, and she wasn't calling for help. She looked at him the way a master architect looks at a structurally flawed foundation ready to collapse.

"You shouldn't be handling museum property, Mr. Vance," Mara said, her voice carrying easily through the vaulted hall.

Vance offered a tight, dangerous smile, taking a step toward the side exit. "It’s merely a family heirloom, Mrs. Hawthorne. Nothing more."

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Cold October wind whipped my hair across my face, but the stinging heat on my left cheek completely drowned out the chill. Mara stood beside me on the terrace, her hands clamped over her mouth as silent tears leaked down her mascara. Inside the glass doors, the jazz quartet had finally resumed playing, a jaunty, swinging tune that felt like a sick joke echoing across the luxury ballroom.

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"That heirloom is federal evidence tied to an ongoing asset-recovery seizure," Marcus shouted, jogging around the corner with his hand resting firmly on his utility belt. "Step away from the exit, sir!"

Before Marcus could close the distance, Vance bolted toward the side doors, shoving open the heavy glass panels and disappearing out into the rain-slicked courtyard.

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