Carmela crouched. Her heels made no sound. She ran a gloved finger over the smudge—wax. Floor wax, fresh. And beside it, a single silver thread.
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Mr. Ashworth blinked. “How did you—” Carmela crouched
“Mr. Ashworth,” she said, not looking at the trembling millionaire, but at the smudge on the marble floor. “You said the safe was locked.” fresh. And beside it