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And Lena had a feeling that, tonight, the bidding was only beginning.

But Detective Lena Rivas knew better.

The Carmela Clutch didn’t look like much at first glance. Tucked between a sequined evening bag and a crocodile leather tote in the back row of the auction house’s display case, it seemed almost shy—a small, unassuming rectangle of scuffed navy velvet, its brass frame tarnished, its kiss clasp slightly askew. carmela clutch case

“Lot 404,” the auctioneer’s voice echoed from the practice podium. “Shall we start the bidding?” And Lena had a feeling that, tonight, the

The preview room lights flickered. Once. Twice. Tucked between a sequined evening bag and a

She looked up. Julian Cross had stopped fidgeting. He was staring at the clutch with an expression that wasn’t greed or admiration—it was fear. Pure, cold fear.

No murderer was ever caught. But the clutch kept telling stories.