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Patina
Tony stared at the crime scene in bafflement. It wasn’t every day that you saw someone murdered with a painting. The painting’s patina looked off to Tony. He’d only seen something like this once before when he was at Peoria and dealing with a small time forger who was looking to make the big times.
Ducky clucked as he stared at the painting. A murder weapon is not the way to treat a beautiful painting like this.
“Don’t feel too bad for the painting, it’s likely a forgery.” Tony murmured.
“It doesn’t matter. No one should treat a beauty like this.” Ducky tutted.
