Just as Carola was about to send the money, her phone rang again. It was the orchestra.
“Carola, something’s wrong. The police just took Larry away!”
She shot up from her chair. “What?”
Her hands shook as she exited the transfer page. Her heart pounded in her chest. Did they find out something?
…
“Officer, I’m the victim here. Why did you bring me in?” Larry tried to argue.
The officer smiled, calm and unhurried. “No need to get upset, Larry. It’s just routine. I just want to ask, what were you doing the day the violin went missing?”
Larry’s eyes darted, searching for words. “That morning, I was in the rehearsal hall until noon. Then I went back to the hotel. I was exhausted, so I took a nap. I didn’t wake up until five.
“After that, I went out to get some food. When I got back, our pianist called me and asked if I wanted to grab a couple drinks at the restaurant on the third floor. There were a lot of people there, they can all vouch for me. After about half an hour, I went back to my room.”
The officer nodded, listening closely.
“Larry, can you explain who this person in disguise is, caught on the stairwell camera?”
Larry’s eyes widened when the officer played the video. “That’s... that’s not me!”
The officer gave a half-smile, like he knew something Larry didn’t. “I never said it was you, Larry. Why are you so jumpy?”
“Maybe it’s too far away. You can’t see clearly. We had the tech team enhance the footage. Give me a second, I’ll put it up on the TV. Take another look.”
Larry stared at the screen, frozen. His face was crystal clear in the video.
“I... Officer, please, let me explain. I didn’t do any of this. This video has to be fake!”
He slapped his hand on the table. “Yeah, that’s it! It’s fake! Why would I destroy my own violin?”

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