Chapter 5
The Shadow of Vance
Silas Vance, a wealthy and influential collector, emerges as a person of interest. He had a known rivalry with Dr. Reed over artifacts. Corbin suspects Vance's involvement, sensing a calculated ruthlessness beneath his polished facade.
The scent of old money and something far less pleasant, something akin to stale ambition, clung to Silas Vance’s penthouse apartment. Detective Miles Corbin stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawled beneath him like a glittering, indifferent beast, and felt a familiar prickle of unease. Vance, with his silver hair swept back from a patrician forehead and eyes the colour of glacial ice, gestured languidly towards a decanter of amber liquid.
“Detective Corbin, a pleasure, though I confess, the circumstances are less than ideal. Evelyn was… a force of nature. Her loss is a blow to the entire archaeological community.” Vance’s voice was smooth, cultured, each syllable polished to a mirror shine. He poured two glasses, the clink of crystal a delicate counterpoint to the urban hum outside.
Corbin accepted the offered drink, a silent acknowledgment of the ritual. He’d learned long ago that people like Vance didn't invite the police over for casual conversation. They invited them for a performance. “Dr. Reed was a remarkable woman,” Corbin allowed, his gaze sweeping over the walls adorned with priceless artifacts. Each piece seemed to whisper of forgotten empires and untold stories, a stark contrast to the sterile efficiency of his own precinct. “We’re trying to understand what led to her death.”
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