"I'm not a thief," Tristan said exasperated. He didn't give her his name, but he did close his suitcase and followed her, after having one last good look around. God, does she stop talking, he thought, irritated. "Look," he said, gesturing at the tracks when they reached there. "There's nothing there." His head was starting to hurt, and still he wasn't going to lose a small fortune today. He had already lost too much today.