Chapter 89

Eryx sat at his cluttered desk, stacks of papers and old files littering the surface. He was engrossed in the museum staff list, carefully examining each name and its corresponding details. Across the table, Alex was hunched over his laptop, reading aloud from an article about the recent rash of antique thefts.

"Listen to this, Eryx," Alex said, not looking up from his screen. "Some of these stolen antiques are worth millions on the black market. There's this one Ming vase, for example, that could fetch up to three million dollars. Can you believe that?"

Eryx nodded absently, still focused on his task. "Yeah, I can believe it. People will pay anything for a piece of history. Just keep track of the most valuable items. It might help us understand the thief's motive better."

Just then, Franklyn burst into the room just always, a folder in his hand. He looked slightly dishevelled as if he had rushed over from somewhere. Eryx and Alex turned to him expectantly.

"Got the surveillance resul