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I spent the next couple of days roaming aimlessly around my apartment, just waiting for something to happen. I had a small fear that there wouldn't be another bank robbery, or at least here, in New York. I guess I hadn't really thought this plan through.

Berwald was constantly trying to get a hold of me but I blocked his number. Our deal was that I would tell him about anything I found out, but I didn't find anything out yet. Even if I had found something out, I probably wouldn't tell them, or at least not the whole thing. I'd leave some pieces out. I don't need them to help me, I could solve this mystery by myself. I mean, I am a professional detective, aren't I?

Well, much to my dismay, nothing happened for the next three days. I was thinking about giving up and going back to the drawing board but something on the television screen caught my eye before I could go ahead with that. I quickly sat down in front of it and gave it my full attention. There was another bank robbery and the bank was only a few blocks away from Gilbert. A smile started to form on my face as I reached for my phone. Any minute now Gilbert might call. And I was ready.

I sat there for almost ten minutes, my eyes fixed on the television screen but the rest of me was ready to jump out of my seat and run over to Gilbert. Those ten minutes were tense as I waited, but, finally, he called. I answered the phone so fast that the first ring wasn't even completed.

"Is he there?" I stood up and walked quickly towards the door, ready to go as quickly as I can.

"Yeah, and he doesn't look like he's in a rush."

I opened the door snd started running down the stairs. "Good. Keep him there until I call."

"Alright, but what are going to do?"

I jumped into my car and pressed hard on the accelerator. "It doesn't matter. I gotta go."

Gilbert started to protest but I quickly cut him off as I threw my phone down and raced down the street. My heart was beating pretty fast and I felt that an exciting adventure was imminent. This is why I do my job, for the exciting feeling of danger and adventure. And I guess also because criminals are bad and should be put to justice.

When I got to the bar, I parked my car as far away possible but still with the bar in view. I pulled out my phone and texted Gilbert, letting him know that it was safe to let him go now. My eyes stayed glued on the bar's entrance and my hands gripped the steering wheel. My phone buzzed but I ignored it thinking it was probably just Gilbert texting me back. I sat there for a few more minutes until I saw the door slowly open. I squinted my eyes to get a better view of the teenage boy leaving the bar. He had the same pale, white hair as the one from the picture and he looked pretty similar so I had no doubt it was him. I watched him look around the alley and I lowered myself a little in my seat though he probably couldn't see me anyway. When he saw no one was around, he quickly started to walk through the alleyway eventually making a left at the street. As soon as he'd turned I started driving slowly in his direction. When I approached the street, he was already at the end of the block and getting ready to cross the next. I quickly turned to follow him as it wouldn't look to suspicious to drive down those two blocks.

He never looked back as I was following him which was a good thing. His direction didn't seem very suspicious but I kept following him anyway. I noticed that we were in a more lower class neighborhood of New York and I was starting to wonder if this was where he lived and was just heading home, his "work" at the bank being finished. He then suddenly turned down a side street and I almost missed it as he did it without much warning. I was afraid he would notice my sudden turn but he never looked back and he didn't seem at all nervous.

I was driving pretty slow so he was a good few feet ahead of me. I watched him stop in front of an apartment building and he hesitantly walked inside. Now that I was out of his view, I parked my car a few feet away and watched the building for a couple of minutes. I couldn't be sure if this was where he lived so I waited, just in case he came out.

I was right as the kid came out a few minutes later but now he had someone with him. It was another kid and he looked to be about the same age. Unlike the kid with the white hair, this new kid was Asian with dark hair. They were talking so I opened my window a bit to hear what they were saying. The white haired kid was saying something.

"I really don't feel like we should be talking about this out here in the open like this."

"Relax," the Asian kid was now talking. "There's no one out here and besides Emil, my brother's inside so we can't possibly talk about it there."

I lowered deeper in my seat so that I could no longer see them but I could still hear them. So, now I knew that white haired kid's name. It was Emil.

"Fine, just keep it down." I heard Emil say.

"So you have the money?"

"Yeah, but I can't keep doing this, Lukas will find out eventually, Leon."

So the Asian kid was Leon.

"It's fine, Emil. You're brother's got loads of it with all those robberies. Besides, you're the one who's helping him so I think you should get a say in where some of the money is going."

So Lukas is the thief. And Emil is his brother who somehow is helping him by pretending to be researching bank careers.

There a few seconds of silence and then Leon started to speak again. "So, did your brother find an assistant yet?"

"No." I heard Emil reply. "He can't find anyone he likes, you know how picky he can be."

"Why does he need one anyone?" I heard Leon ask. "Isn't it too dangerous? What if they find out?"

"Lukas is good at keeping things secret. And he doesn't have the time to sort all the money and stuff."

"And how does he cover it up?"

"You know the empty shop under the building?"

I couldn't see what Leon did but I'm guessing he gave some sort of nod.

"Lukas bought it and made it look like an office for the fake company he owns and where he gets all the stolen money from."

So that's how he's hiding the money.

The two were quiet for a minute until Leon spoke. "Alright, well, thanks for the money Emil, and, be careful."

"I'm always careful. Don't worry. I got to go though so Lukas doesn't worry about where I am."

"Alright, bye. See you tomorrow."

I then heard the door open and then close. I assumed that Leon had gone inside. I could hear Emil's footsteps heading down the street and slowly rose back up in my seat. As I predicted, Leon was gone and Emil was walking away. I decided that I'd follow him home just to see where he lived. Now that I had more information, a plan started to form in my head.

The thief needs an assistant. Well, I think I might know just the guy.


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