Drops of sweat
Tension filled the air in the observation tower. Drops of sweat reflected off the thief’s forehead as the light beams hit his face. “Don’t we know you?” Flint said, and Lindsey and Carl realized they also recognized the man. The thief turned out to be a former museum employee who worked for them during the excavation of the bunker. The trio couldn’t believe someone they had trusted was behind the thefts.
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