The city’s clock tower struck twelve, a low, resonant thud that seemed to echo through every empty alley. Hailey and Rose slipped out of the loft, their boots silent on the wet cobblestones. The rain had finally eased, leaving the streets glistening like a sheet of black glass.
Back in the loft, drenched but exhilarated, Rose reviewed the footage. The camera had captured everything: the silent glide through the foyer, the trembling hands that uncovered the Eclipse, the ghostly figure that seemed to point toward the key. The night‑vision lens revealed subtle details—tiny symbols etched into the frame of the painting, the faint glow of a hidden compartment opening as the key turned. HouseHumpers.24.03.22.Hailey.Rose.Lets.Shoot.A....