AI Detective Harlow Quinn stepped off the platform of the abandoned Tube station, her boots crunching on the broken glass and debris scattered across the ground. The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and something else—something metallic and faintly sweet. She adjusted the collar of her coat, her sharp brown eyes scanning the scene before her. The beam of her torch cut through the darkness, illuminating the eerie stillness of the underground market.
The Veil Market, as it was known, was a place of whispered rumors and clandestine dealings. It was not a place for the ordinary, and certainly not a place for the law. But here she was, drawn by a call from her colleague, DS Eva Kowalski, about a body found in the heart of the market. A body that shouldn't exist.
Quinn's military precision bearing carried her forward, her worn leather watch catching the light as she moved. The market was a labyrinth of stalls and alleyways, now deserted and eerily silent. The usual hustle and bustle of supernatural traders and their clientele was absent, leaving behind an unsettling vacuum.
Eva spotted her approaching and waved her over, her freckled face pale under the harsh glow of the crime scene lights. She tucked a curl of her curly red hair behind her left ear, a nervous habit Quinn had come to recognize. Eva's round glasses reflected the light, obscuring her green eyes as she turned to face her.
"Quinn, over here," Eva called out, her voice echoing through the empty market. "I think you need to see this."
Quinn joined her, her eyes immediately drawn to the body lying on the ground. It was a man, dressed in dark clothing, his face frozen in a mask of terror. But it was the wound that held her attention—a gaping hole in his chest, as if something had reached in and torn his heart out.
"Christ," Quinn muttered, crouching down for a closer look. She pulled on a pair of gloves, her fingers brushing against the cold, clammy skin. The wound was unlike anything she had seen before. It was too precise, too... surgical.
"Any idea what did this?" Quinn asked, looking up at Eva.
Eva shook her head, her glasses catching the light again. "None. But look at this," she said, pointing to a small brass compass lying next to the body. The compass was etched with protective sigils, its needle spinning wildly.
Quinn picked it up, her fingers tracing the verdigris patina. "What is this?" she asked, holding it up to the light.
"It's a Veil Compass," Eva explained. "It's used to locate supernatural rifts or portals. It's how the market moves—it's always one step ahead of the law."
Quinn turned the compass over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it. "And why is it here?" she asked, her voice sharp .
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her worn leather satchel. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think it's important. I think it's connected to what happened here."
Quinn stood up, her eyes scanning the market once more. Something was wrong. The evidence didn't add up. The body, the compass, the market itself—it was all too neat, too precise. It was as if someone had wanted her to find this, to see this .
She walked over to one of the stalls, her eyes running over the displays of enchanted goods and banned alchemical substances. Her fingers brushed against a vial of shimmering liquid, her eyes narrowing as she studied it. It was a potion of some kind, its contents swirling and shifting in the light.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a potion of invisibility," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's highly illegal. It's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the vial. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Alright," she said, her voice firm . "Let's get to work."
They spent the next few hours combing the market, their eyes scanning every inch of the ground, every stall, every alleyway. They found more evidence—a trail of blood leading to a hidden doorway, a set of footprints leading away from the body, a small bone token lying discarded on the ground.
Quinn picked up the token, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. It was a bone token, the kind used to gain entry to the market. She turned it over in her hands, her eyes narrowing as she studied it.
"Eva," she called out, her voice sharp. "Come here."
Eva joined her, her eyes widening as she saw what Quinn was holding . "That's a bone token," she said, her voice barely above a whisper . "It's how you gain entry to the market. But it's not something you find just lying around."
Quinn's eyes narrowed , her fingers tightening around the token. "No," she agreed. "It's not. Which means someone wanted us to find it. Someone wanted us to see this."
She turned to Eva, her eyes searching her face. "Eva, what aren't you telling me?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
Eva hesitated, her fingers tapping against her satchel again. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we need to find out. I think we need to find out who did this, and why."
Quinn nodded, her eyes scanning the market once more. She could feel it—the pieces of the puzzle were there, just out of reach. She just needed to find them, to put them together.
She turned to Eva, her eyes meeting hers. "Al