Kent returned back to the customs office. He banged his fist on the table and slowly plopped on the chair. He knew it is impossible to trace it. Someone must have stolen it . He slowly gazed his eyes on the Confidential box that was now lying in his office. The box was wooden with yellow wavy curls that looked like sea waves. The latch was corroded as well as the lock that opened with great difficulty. He opened the box and looked inside. These items were not that important right now. He slowly closed it and resumed his work.

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Will Crow dressed up in a loose fitting shirt and Jeans and put on his rimless glasses and walked out of the Bluemoon pawnshop. He assigned the cashier to take care of the shop. It was Sid's personal request to pick him...