INT. TOWNS LIGHT MUSEUM, LOS ANGELES – NIGHT
Flashing red and blue lights painted the stone walls of the museum's entrance. The grand pillars stood tall like silent guards, casting long shadows under the glow of street lamps. Yellow tape cordoned off the area.
Commissioner Daniel Harrington stood in a long coat, cigarette between his fingers, his eyes fixed on the museum's steps. His presence commanding.
Officer Raphael, younger and slightly breathless, approached with a manila folder. “Sir, here’s the file on the break-in report.”
Daniel took it silently, flipping it open with one hand. “What are we dealing with?”
Raphael glanced toward the museum. “No sign of forced entry. Doors and windows were intact. But… there are footprints inside. One of the display glasses is shattered—no exp
