"What do you mean, they didn't arrest him?" Rick's voice bounced off the walls of the private room like a thrown glass. "He was in on it! He was one of them!"
Alen remained seated, his posture composed, hands folded on the low table between them. "Unfortunately, Ghost isn't one of them. He was registered as a new participant just last week. Argent met him only at the start of the event. We found no ties between him and the staff. He's clean."
Rick stared at his uncle, mouth opening and closing like he couldn't process the words.
"No—no, that's not right," he said. "I was there. I saw them. They were working together, Uncle. That Ghost was picking perfect stones like he already knew what was inside! That's not normal. That's not luck." He refused to believe that the man really has an ability to identify gems! It must be because he was working with the staff!
