At the auction, the atmosphere was thick. The bidding started at a modest five thousand euros. Then, a man in the back row, his face obscured by a low-brimmed hat, raised the price to fifty thousand. The room gasped.
He realized the "anonymous tip" was a test. The Ghost wasn't after the map; he was after the man who could decode it. As Marko turned to leave, he felt the cold press of a barrel against the back of his neck. Najbolja Ponuda(Krimi-Misterija)/The Best Offer...
Marko didn't run for the exit. He ran to the Restorer's Lab. He knew something no one else did: the painting on the block was a decoy he had prepared himself. The real Veiled Truth was already in his possession, hidden behind a false wall in his studio. At the auction, the atmosphere was thick
The item was a tattered canvas titled The Veiled Truth . It looked like a mediocre 19th-century landscape, but the tipster claimed it hid a map to the "Black Archive"—a legendary collection of stolen historical documents. The room gasped
But as the woman stepped forward to claim her prize, the lights flickered and died. A muffled struggle echoed through the hall. When the emergency generators kicked in moments later, the lady in red lay unconscious, and the painting was gone.