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The diamond slipped from my pocket and skidded across the polished floor. No. No, no, no A hand reached down and picked it up before I could. Slowly… I looked up. And for the first time that night I felt something close to fear. He was tall. Composed. Dangerous in a way that didn’t need to be loud. His dark eyes locked onto mine like he already knew everything. A slow smirk curved his lips. “I had a feeling you’d show up,” he said calmly. “ The notorious jewel thief.” My stomach dropped.

“Just don’t disappear too far. I want both of you back later.” Quinn nodded absently before walking away from the alley, Damian following close behind. The rain from earlier had left the streets damp and shining beneath the grey morning sky. Quinn slowed near the quieter side of town, finally stopping beside an old bookstore she vaguely remembered from years ago. For a minute neither of them spoke. Then Damian glanced sideways at her. “You know, normal people usually deal with emotional trauma by sleeping.” Quinn crossed her arms lightly. “And normal people usually don’t follow detectives into murder investigations.”

"Don't promise what you can't deliver. Many detectives worked the case before. They all ended up murdered. I'm warning you for your own good." I couldn't stop the shiver that bolts down my spine. All the detectives who solved this case ended up dead? And without doubt, by the killers of the boy?! My brain went through an instant override, and then it dawned on me. Whoever might have killed this boy sure has mad connections. My pulse runs at an accelerating speed. I sip from my coffee. Then, maintaining calmness, I speak. "I've never failed a case in my life." And that's a fact. "We have a deal?"

The Princess Arrested In the vibrant chaos of downtown, the 12th precinct transformed into a pressure cooker of tension as the President of Flawless Inc. found herself at the center of a storm. A relentless battalion of detectives closed in, their questions sharp and probing, firing off like arrows aimed at her composure. The air buzzed with an electric intensity, thick with apprehension that practically wrapped around her.

"I have contacts who might know more about the Sparrow's recent movements." Mendoza nodded approvingly. "This is exactly why the triad approach works. Detective Blackwood's supernatural senses, Detective O'Connor's human investigative techniques, and Mr. Thornwood's connections in the supernatural community." "We'll need access to the body," Casie said, slipping easily into case-planning mode despite the surreal circumstances. "And the crime scene." "Already arranged," Mendoza confirmed. "Dr. Helena Vasquez at the morgue is one of us—a dhampir with exceptional forensic abilities. She's expecting you within the hour."