The Golden Quest
The inspector’s pen clicked against the laminate counter, a sharp, dry sound that cut through the humid silence of the basement shop. He did not look at the trays of chocolates cooling under the wire mesh; he looked at you, his eyes moving over your stained apron and your rough, sugar-cracked hands with a hunger that had nothing to do with dessert. He was young, perhaps twenty-five, with the...
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