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I watch her from across the bar, calculating every move. She thinks I don't notice the signal to her partner. My hand stays close to my holster. Being a hipman taught me one thing: beautiful smiles hide deadly intentions. Trust no one.

A distinguished art collector lies dead in his private gallery, surrounded by priceless paintings. The security system was active, the doors locked from inside. A perfect crime, or so it seems, until Poirot notices something peculiar about the victim's shoes.

Detective Morris studied the scene. Blood droplets. Fresh. Leading to the kitchen door. Thompson's wife sat quietly, hands folded. Too quietly. Her wedding ring missing. The neighbor's statement suddenly made more sense. Sometimes silence speaks volumes.

What's that you're holding there, been waiting how long for this moment? Could be nothing, could be everything. Time doesn't move like you think it does. Seventeen years or seventeen seconds, makes no difference when you're counting what can't be counted.

Look, this case ain't gonna solve itself. Got some leads to follow, and yeah, there might be trouble waiting. But I've handled worse. They wanna play rough? Fine by me. I'll do what needs doing, same as always.

When conducting an interview with a suspect, I've learned that silence can be as powerful as questions. Every pause, every moment of quiet gives them time to think, to reflect. And in those moments, tru's why pais crucial in this profession.

I've been watching your operations in the northern territories for the past six months. You've been moving merchandise through my channels without permission. I want to know who's backing you, and I want to know now.

Listen carefully. I've accessed all security cameras in the building. Your movements are being tracked. Don't try anything clever - I can see everything. This little device in my hand? It's your worst nightmare. Time is ticking.