“It was never sealed,” Morgana said softly. “Just hidden. The glitch wasn’t a hack, Isabella. It was a signal. Someone inside opened the secret door while the camera was down.”
Renzo dropped the vase. It didn’t shatter. It bounced—because it was a perfect 3D-printed replica.
“The real vase,” Morgana said, holding up a velvet pouch, “was in your locker, Renzo. You were going to sell it tomorrow. But you made one mistake.”
“Impossible,” Mateo whispered, his calculator watch beeping nervously. Morgana La Detective Genial Reparto
Abuelo Pepe sniffed the air. “Smells like almond. Marzipan, maybe.”
Back at the purple door, the team celebrated with warm milk and biscotti.
She raised her espresso cup. “To the next impossible case.” “It was never sealed,” Morgana said softly
“Right,” she said, snapping on her purple velvet gloves. “Let’s go see a ghost.”
Morgana was not a witch. Not technically. She was a consultant of the inexplicable . She had a mind like a steel trap and a soul that believed in logic—but she also knew that logic sometimes wore a cloak of shadows.
Morgana looked at her reparto genial —her brilliant cast of oddballs. The accountant, the hacker, the grandfather. Together, they weren’t just detectives. It was a signal
The old man grinned. “You don’t steal the vase. You steal the room’s attention . The guard wasn’t guarding. He was eating marzipan and waiting for the signal.”
Renzo stepped out, holding the Midnight Vase. Behind him came a woman in a baker’s apron—the owner of La Dolce Ladra.
The Case of the Vanishing Vase
Morgana smiled. This was her reparto —the brilliant cast of misfits who made her the greatest detective in the city.