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A thin rain started to fall while they were looking for the necklace.

The apartment was exactly how Hopkins had encountered one year ago: rare artifacts on the walls, yellowish maps, hundreds of scrolls scrambled all over the tables, royal jewels, ancient coins, expensive paintings and rusty sextants were there, seeming incredibly scary at the yellow light of the apartment.

But the necklace wasn't there. Of course.

"It's a fucking dead end." Hopkins clenched his jaw. He frowned when his gaze met Clark's. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Patience, boy." She smirked, sliding her fingers under an ancient table. He heard a click, and the fireplace moved a few inches. "There you go."

"A fireplace? Really?" Hopkins snorted. "This guy's a weirdo. Let's go."  

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