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The precinct hummed with the steady rhythm of activity, the air punctuated by the faint sounds of ringing phones and shuffling paperwork. In a corner of the room, Elena and Marcus huddled around a workstation, their focus intense as they pored over the case files of the art thefts. A breakthrough had come-a lead extracted from the gala event they'd attended. It was a name: Pablo.
Elena's fingers danced across the keyboard as she initiated a phone call. The line rang on the other end before a voice answered, "Hawthorne Gala Venue. How may I assist you?"
"Hello, this is Detective Elena Novak from the police department. I was wondering if I could get access to the CCTV footage from last night's event," Elena requested.
"Of course, Detective Novak. I'll email you the footage shortly," the voice on the other end responded.
"Thank you," Elena replied, ending the call.
Marcus leaned over, his gaze fixed on the screen. "Finally got a lead, huh?"
Elena nodded, a determined expression on her face. "Let's find this guy."
The CCTV footage played on the screen, a mosaic of moving figures and elegant attire. Elena's eyes scanned the crowd, her heart racing as she relived the conversations and interactions from the gala. She recalled her exchange with the mysterious man named Pablo-the one who had seemed uneasy when she mentioned the art thefts.
"There," Elena murmured, her finger tapping the screen as she spotted the familiar face in the footage.
Marcus leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he studied the image. "That's our man."
Elena zoomed in on the face, capturing a clear shot of Pablo. As she did, Marcus swiftly snapped a picture of the enlarged image. He transferred it to his laptop.
Marcus' fingers poised over the keyboard.
"Got it. Let's see if we can find any matching records."
As they waited for the database search to yield results, Elena's mind raced. This was the break they needed-the elusive link between the art thefts and the gala. She leaned back, watching Marcus work with a sense of anticipation.
"Here we go," Marcus said, his voice triumphant. "Pablo Garcia Martinez, age 30, affiliated with several art galleries in the city. No criminal record."
"Is this dude serious--no criminal records? "Marcus scoffed.
Elena nodded, satisfaction coursing through her. "We've got our man."
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Nico Salvatore's frustration hung heavy in the air as he rose from his seat, grabbing his jacket and keys with a firm determination. The tension in the room was palpable, and Dante, ever the observant right-hand man, couldn't help but notice the storm brewing within his boss.
"Where are you off to?" Dante's voice held a mixture of curiosity and concern, his gaze locked on Nico.
Nico's response was cold and curt, his eyes holding a hard glint. "Business."
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