Eighteen
As we arrived at the cluster of warehouses, it quickly became clear most of them were empty or abandoned. Except for one.
“It’s an auction house?” Watson remarked, seeming surprised.
“So it is… What an odd place,” I replied, staring at the renovated building. It definitely matched the picture, so this was as good a guess as any to figure out who was stringing me along.
Mika trailed a couple of steps behind me as we entered the warehouse to find the auction in full swing. I wanted her to stand by my side like Watson was, but I didn't think she'd do it even if I asked her to.
"What are we looking for?" Watson asked.
"Any kind of clues."
"Helpful," he muttered.
"Aren't you the one always going on about what a great detective you are?" I teased. "Between the two of us, I'm sur
