CHAPTER 60 There Might Be A Small Price Change

　　Calista

　　I stood at the counter of the police station, having hurriedly arrived in my eagerness. The officer handed me a plastic bag, and I was shocked to see my belongings inside- items I hadn't expected to be gone because they were buried in my luggage, including the bag with a pile of money that I had thought was lost.

　　"Please verify these items and sign here," the officer instructed, sliding a clipboard toward me.

　　I stared at the bag, my mind full of confusion. "How was he caught?" I asked, my voice trembling. Despite my unease, I couldn't hide my excitement about reclaiming my belongings for my new home.

　　Officer Ramirez, a middle-aged man with a kind face, looked at me sympathetically. "It was a routine traffic stop. When they ran his information, it flagged some outstanding warrants. They searched the vehicle and discovered a random ID. Luckily, I remembered your report about a con artist and contacted the station," he explained earnestly.