Blood and Betrayal
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"I just forgot that masterpieces belong in museums, not in cages."
The police burst through the French doors. Laredo didn't resist as they tackled him to the marble floor, the clink of the handcuffs sounding like the closing of a book.
As they led him away, he stopped for a second beside me. He leaned in, his voice a ghost of a whisper. "I’m not the only one with this blood, Lisa. Remember that when you look in the mirror."
Then he was gone.
The room erupted into chaos. People were shouting, running for the exits, trying to distance themselves from the scandal of the century.