As they arrived at the location, Allien's instincts told her that they were close to solving the case. Frankie's intuition was also on high alert, and she could sense that they were about to uncover a significant clue.
They cautiously approached the warehouse, their footsteps echoing off the walls. Allien motioned for Frankie to stay close, and together they entered the dimly lit building.
The air was thick with tension as they moved deeper into the warehouse. Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming from the shadows. Allien drew her gun, her eyes locked on the figure emerging from the darkness.
But to their surprise, it was one of Allien's colleagues, Detective James. "Allien, we've got the stolen art," he said, his voice filled with excitement.
Allien holstered her gun, and Frankie let out a sigh of relief. "Let's take a look," Allien said, her eyes scanning the area.
As they examined the recovered art, Frankie noticed something peculiar. "Allien, look at this," she said, pointing to a small symbol etched into the corner of one of the paintings.
Allien's eyes narrowed. "That's the same symbol we found at the previous crime scenes. I think we're dealing with more than just a simple art thief."
Frankie's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What do you think it means?"
Allien's gaze met Frankie's, and for a moment, they forgot about the case. "I think it means we're just getting started," Allien said, her voice low and husky.
Frankie's heart skipped a beat as Allien's words hung in the air. She couldn't help but wonder what other secrets they would uncover, and what would happen between them as they navigated the twists and turns of the case.
As they continued to investigate, Frankie and Allien's connection grew stronger. They worked seamlessly together, their banter and chemistry becoming more pronounced with each passing moment.
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