The Carmela Clutch didn’t look like much at first glance. Tucked between a sequined evening bag and a crocodile leather tote in the back row of the auction house’s display case, it seemed almost shy—a small, unassuming rectangle of scuffed navy velvet, its brass frame tarnished, its kiss clasp slightly askew.
And Lena had a feeling that, tonight, the bidding was only beginning. carmela clutch case
Lena’s phone buzzed. A text from her partner, Sergeant Malik: “Coroner’s report on the auction house fire last week. Accelerant found. Someone wanted lot 404 gone before it went under the hammer.” The Carmela Clutch didn’t look like much at first glance