Chapter 2

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The search for Lux. All I got was her case file. All it had was her records and a photo, along with the necklace. 

A month passed. I stepped outside into the light rain. I walked through London, into th darkest part. I threw the necklace hard at a wall, and kept walking. I slipped, and stumbled. I caught myself and looked to see what slipped me. 

The newspaper article was about a earl and his wives daughter stolen 5 years ago. We would now be the same age. And our birthdates. I looked at the parents. The father had light blue eyes, and a similar face shape. The mother had stunning red hair, even in a black and white photo you could tell. I grinned in the darkness. 

I could be rich. I would be rich. Then I would take down Scotland Yard, piece by piece. I crumpled the piece of paper in my pocket and walked down the street. 

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady," I sung-whispered in the darkness, walking down the deserted alleyway. 

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