Marauder

"I'd already scouted the place out-" Neph looked at Klein in disappointment. "Their security really isn't very tight. I could slip quite a few things out of there. Hmm, if only I had a storage space I could access whenever I wanted-uh, I think I do, but I can't use it right now."

Klein looked at Neph with an indescribably complicated expression and couldn't help asking, "Are you really doing this for the 560 pounds, or do you just want to steal things?"

"Actually, I just thought," Neph said, tilting her head, "since I'd sneaked in, I ought to leave something behind so people would know the club had been infiltrated."

Klein raised a hand to his forehead and replied, "...There's something I want to say, but I think you already know what it is."

Neph turned her head away, and Klein reminded her, "Speaking of which, did you notice when you came in? I hired two bodyguards."

"Miss Magician and Miss Justice, right?" Neph asked. "I saw them, but they didn't notice me."

"Miss Justice?" Klein repeated. "Is that... Miss Magician's friend?"

Neph spread her hands. "There should only be one member of your Tarot Club who's just 152 centimeters tall."

Klein was speechless. Just as he was about to continue, a knock sounded at the door. He and Neph exchanged a glance, then Klein cleared his throat and said evenly, "Come in."

His personal valet, Richardson, entered. Completely ignoring the extra chair and Neph sitting on it, he approached Klein and bowed. "Sir, four police officers have come to see you."

"The police?" Klein paused. Suppressing the urge to look at Neph, he nodded and said, "All right... Where are they?"

"Butler Walter had them taken to the small sitting room on the second floor," Richardson answered.

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