RALI
Two days later, Steven got back to me with an update on Creighton.
In his words: "Years ago, Creighton used to be a big name. Old money. He hosted flashy charity auctions where items were bid on. Your bracelet probably passed hands at one of those events. He supposedly keeps a private record of every item ever sold. But it's not public, Rali. Those records are locked in his personal collection. The only way to get that info would be to infiltrate his home or his trust. And either one would be a suicide mission."
"You've done enough for me, Steven. I wouldn't want to trouble you any further," I'd told him. "Just send me his details, I'll handle the rest myself."
"Are you sure, Rali? This man was and is still dangerous. I wouldn't want you going near him."
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