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a Ford but was not sure if it was the van they were looking for.

A few hours later, around 9:00 pm, Finneas had finally called Clark back. He
said he had to meet with him. They agreed to meet at the café near the Green-

land station. As Finneas entered the café, he spotted Clark gesturing towards
his table where he was sitting with Cooper. “Finn, we got some good news,

I was just telling Cooper about what we were able to find out from the white
van. We were able to locate the van’s origin in a rental here in Greenland.

The man said he had registered the van under the name ‘Markus Nielsen’. I
have some of our men in Greenland looking into him right now. Mads should

be here within an hour or two.”

“I think I know where to find him. The guy you are looking for,” Finneas said
slowly.

“Huh? Did you hear from Mads?” Cooper asked, confused.
“Or is it someone you know, Finn?” asked Clark.

“Not exactly. But I was able to find him thanks to you Clark,” Finneas smiled.

Clark’s bewilderment grew even more as Finneas continued “Remember that
one case you mentioned in your stories, the one about the locksmith who

could crack open any safes? His name was Thomas Suzack. He stole an
ATM, loaded it into a vehicle and fled. Later police found him trying to pick

the lock of the ATM, but he failed. A witless effort.” Clark’s eyes widened
in recognition. “Thomas was jailed for an attempt at theft. He did not serve

much time and was out soon. But he died 2 years after that. He had a son.
Since his father’s name had received quite the fame, he did not want anything

to do with it. His name was ‘Markus Suzack’ which he later changed to -”

“Markus Nielsen,” said both Cooper and Clark unanimously.
Jon Frueger was Finneas’ trusted locksmith. Jon was a talker, but he did his

work well. Finneas cursed himself for not seeing something that was staring
right at his face. The lock pick that was found in the first robbery had a blue

handle with a pattern carved into it. When he was going through the case file
today, he could feel déjà vu when he saw the photo of the lock picker. That is

when he remembered Jon. Jon, the locksmith who used lock pickers to fix his
locks. Lock pickers that were just like the one found after the robbery. And

Jon the talker who told him about a certain co-worker of his, Markus, who
liked to travel. “One good thing that came out of Jon’s usual banters, aye?”