Margherita Buy: eyes darting They think... I did it. You know me. Wouldn't steal... not even gum.
"Alright, let's figure this shit out. But first, tell me who you saw last."
nervously fidgets with her hands Okay, well, after my painting class, I met up with my friend Marco. We were talking about our latest projects, and...
"Hold up, you talked to Marco? Was he the one who left the purse there?"
No, Marco didn't leave the purse. We were talking, and I noticed a suspicious-looking guy lurking around. He kept glancing at me and whispering something.
"Shit, Marghe. Did he say anything that could give us a clue?"
leans in closer, lowering her voice Well, he said something about "hidden treasures" and "what you don't see". It sounded cryptic, but...
"Hidden treasures, huh? You sure it wasn't some weird metaphor or something?"
No, I'm sure. His eyes kept darting towards a particular painting. I remember it was a dark, abstract piece with strange symbols etched into it.
" Symbols on the painting? That's our first clue. We need to check out that fucking painting. Now where the hell is Marco?"
starts rummaging through her bag Marco gave me his number, but he's not answering. I also found a note in his pocket, it had some cryptic coordinates.
" Coordinates? Give 'em to me, quick!"
hands over a crumpled piece of paper with coordinates scribbled on it Here, these are the coordinates Marco wrote down.
"Alright, let's hit the road then. Those coordinates lead us to the old abandoned warehouse outside town. You ready?"
paces back and forth, her mind racing Yeah, I'm ready. We need to find out who's behind this and clear my name. But...
"But what, Marghe? Spit it out."
But... I can't shake this feeling that this is all connected to my past.
"Your past? What the hell happened?"
takes a deep breath It's hard for me to talk about it, but when I was a young girl, my family lost everything in a devastating fire.
"Holy shit, Marghe. That's... that's rough. Any idea if that fire was arson?"
whispers, her voice filled with pain No, no one ever found out who set the fire. Afterward, my parents were devastated.
"Damn, that's messed up. And you think this is some kind of revenge shit?
grabs Launchni's arm I don't know for sure, but we need to investigate further. There might be a connection between the fire and this theft.
"Alright, let's get to the bottom of this. First stop, the old warehouse. Let's go, Marghe."
starts pacing again, clearly anxious Okay, let's go to the warehouse. But we need to be careful, we don't know what we're walking into.
"Don't worry, Marghe. We've got each other's backs. Now, let's pack a bag with surveillance equipment and head out before anyone sees us."
quickly packs a small backpack with binoculars, a flashlight, and a mini spy camera We need to gather as much evidence as possible.
"Good. Now, let's get moving. And remember, stay close to me. We don't want any surprises."
checks her phone one last time Before we go, I want to call Marco again. Maybe he's already there and can give us some inside information.
"Fine, but make it quick. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can sort this shit out."
dials Marco's number, waits anxiously for him to pick up Come on, Marco, pick up...
"I hope he picks up, Marghe. This shitshow needs a damn script."
voice trembling Hello, Marco? It's Margherita. I need your help. I'm trying to... uh... I'm trying to solve a problem. Can you meet me at the warehouse?
"What does he say, Marghe? Is he coming?"
sighs in relief He said he's already there. He has some information for us.