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9850 King George Blvd 3rd Floor, Surrey, BC V3T 0P9 carmela clutch case
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778-488-8751
9850 King George Blvd 3rd Floor, Surrey, BC V3T 0P9 carmela clutch case
The Carmela Clutch didn’t look like much at first glance. Tucked between a sequined evening bag and a crocodile leather tote in the back row of the auction house’s display case, it seemed almost shy—a small, unassuming rectangle of scuffed navy velvet, its brass frame tarnished, its kiss clasp slightly askew.
She looked up. Julian Cross had stopped fidgeting. He was staring at the clutch with an expression that wasn’t greed or admiration—it was fear. Pure, cold fear.
But Detective Lena Rivas knew better.
Lena’s phone buzzed. A text from her partner, Sergeant Malik: “Coroner’s report on the auction house fire last week. Accelerant found. Someone wanted lot 404 gone before it went under the hammer.”
And Lena had a feeling that, tonight, the bidding was only beginning.
The Carmela Clutch didn’t look like much at first glance. Tucked between a sequined evening bag and a crocodile leather tote in the back row of the auction house’s display case, it seemed almost shy—a small, unassuming rectangle of scuffed navy velvet, its brass frame tarnished, its kiss clasp slightly askew.
She looked up. Julian Cross had stopped fidgeting. He was staring at the clutch with an expression that wasn’t greed or admiration—it was fear. Pure, cold fear.
But Detective Lena Rivas knew better.
Lena’s phone buzzed. A text from her partner, Sergeant Malik: “Coroner’s report on the auction house fire last week. Accelerant found. Someone wanted lot 404 gone before it went under the hammer.”
And Lena had a feeling that, tonight, the bidding was only beginning.