At that moment, nobody really knew what to say. The crowd fell into an eerie silence, and Arthur didn't rush things, simply enjoying the expressions on everyone's faces.
It was already autumn, and the night air was cool. Standing up high, though he wore a jacket, he didn't feel hot.
All eyes were almost exclusively on Finley. The police officers surrounding Arthur had already stepped back two paces. Arthur was not the thief, and there was no need for them to encircle him anymore.
And there was Dean, who had clashed with Arthur, standing there with a stunned expression, unable to believe what was unfolding before his eyes.
He had received a call from Finley early on, claiming that a master thief would appear at their welcome party that evening, instructing him to lie in wait outside and await his signal.
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