"ANY CLUES?" SAM asked as he looked around the isolated museum.
They were currently investigating a case about a stolen antique vase.
The store owner had been nervously fidgeting in the corner as his eyes kept glancing at the two detectives in front of him.
Alistair hummed as he looked through his notes, his eyes skimming through every little detail that he had wrote on his notepad.
Sam pursed his lips in annoyance before turning around and going in another direction to look for any clues.
The museum was empty. All the tourists were rushed out after the store owner was informed of the missing piece that was a crucial part of the museum.
The store owner trudged near the blonde, His eyes hopeful as he asked, "Have you found anything?"
Alistair froze, his gaze averting from the notepad to the old man standing in front of him.
The blonde was conflicted as his fingers tightened around the pen that was used to write every detail that Alistair found to be important.
"Uh----" Alistair stumbled upon his words as his panicked gaze traveled everywhere, excluding the store owner's gaze.
"No… But we are working on it!" Alistair quickly spoke the last few words in order to not disappoint the old man standing beside him.
"Oh…" The store owner visibly deflated as he walked towards another detective to inquire about the same subject.
Alistair looked around with his brows pinched together to form a frown.
There was no sign of any fingerprints in the area where the antique vase was nor was there anything suspicious in the CCTV cameras.
He can already feel a migraine coming as he thought about the countless sleepless nights he will have to spend due to this case.
A loud groan was heard beside him, scaring Alistair.
Alistair looked behind him and saw Elijah aimlessly walking around with his hands folded behind his back.
Elijah clearly seemed to be bored as he walked around like a headless fly.
Hazel was appointed another mission with Renee so, she was not here to accompany Elijah with his idiotic plans.
These two were attached to the hip ever since Alistair had met them, it is quite understandable that this buffoon would be bored without her.
"Shouldn't you be investigating?" Alistair asked, raising a brow towards the pink haired male.
Elijah scoffed, unfolding his arms as he crossed them instead.
"There is nothing to investigate when there is literally no clue at all" Alistair narrowed his eyes.
This idiot finally had a point.
"That is true" Alistair muttered, looking at his notepad once again.
Elijah watched as his friend went deep into thought once again.
The pink haired male sighed before walking near the blonde and snatching the notepad away.
"What is so interesting here?" Elijah glanced at the notepad and was not impressed.
Instead of writing notes, this blonde friend of his was instead writing facts about 'The Thorns'.
Alistair had some weird obsession with this case and he could not figure out why.
"Are you done?" Alistair asked as he snatched the notebook back from his friend.
"Shouldn't you write clues about this case instead of focusing on another case?" Elijah asked, squinting his eyes at his embarrassed friend.
"You don't understand!" Alistair grabbed Elijah by his shoulder, making the other flinch as Alistair's sparkling eyes pierced daggers onto him.
"It's simply fascinating! The way the leader is someone who has never appeared in front of anyone!"
"And---"
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In the isolated corridor, light footsteps sounded about as they passed by all the antiques everywhere.
The man was tall, his back straight as he walked. His posture imitated an aura of elegance and ignited fear and intimidation in the hearts of people that gazed upon this man.
His long black hair was tied in a low ponytail. His uniform had no visible crease as it was neatly worn by the man.
His hands, covered with gloves, Held the railing as he walked past the detectives investigating the missing vase.
His footsteps came into a halt as a voice echoed in the quiet hallway.
"---- You don't understand!" A voice, as soft as velvet but had an underlying hint of roughness entered his ears.
The man strained his ears in order to better hear the voice.
"It's simply fascinating! The way the leader is someone who has never appeared in front of anyone!"
The man's brows pinched together into a frown as he heard those words.
"And whenever I finally find him, he instantly disappears into thin air! It makes me more and more intrigued by this case!"
The man's dark eyes slightly widened before a lazy grin etched onto his face.
"It's him?" The man softly muttered as he clenched the railing.
His mind was wandering around everywhere before the owner of the museum called out to him.
The man hummed, his mind still wandering off to the earlier words of his dear enemy.
"Security guard!" The man was broken out of his thoughts as he looked at the old man.
"Yes?" His rough voice resounded in the quiet hall.
"Go and check the antique collection on the third floor" The old man ordered before walking away.
"Got it" The man fixed his hat before walking away.
The old man narrowed his eyes before shaking his head with a sigh and walking down the stairs.