Miles' eyebrow rose as the Pianist agreed to the slight change in plans, the only outward sign of his surprise at her willingness to do so- let alone how easily it was done. He would have expected near hours of haggling and negotiating the terms for any sort of compromise like this to come into being what with all the lawyer speak and magical seals. But, he considered, that might simply be because of the lovely lady chosen to speak to them. She was an artist, not a lawyer and therefore not prone to act as such... although that cast their anonymous employer into an odd light indeed. Why all the complicated jargon and rigamarole if you weren't going to use a law man to back it up? Miles couldn't tell if he should be relieved at the lack or more suspicious than he was before.

He met the pianists eyes, silent acknowledgement passing between them. They did ask for this opportunity after all...

Miles' eyes lit up as the Pianist addressed the terms of their task. A burglary! Well now, things were shaping up much better than it seemed for such a task to fall so neatly into his line of work. Chasing down criminals was the bread and butter of detectives, with theft right up there with the murder and mayhem they inspired. This, he could handle.

Sharpening his focus on the information the Pianist was bestowing, Miles leaned forward and listened intently as he tuned his ears to pick up the vital bits:
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The Filt- Rooftop criminal refuge on top of legitimate (criminal front?) establishments Lower Filt and Doubt Street. 
Stolen Item- 2 to 3 ft cube iron box. Locked- Extremely Secure. (what is inside? Is there a key? Multiple keys?).  considered heavy and difficult to move and/or hide. How yet unknown.  
The Theft- Recent, long term stolen item? Benefactor interested in its acquisition. (And what others?) 
Thief- identity unknown, existing reputation of other notable thefts (He?)
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The Detective sat back as he processed this information, thoughts turned inward as he reached for the documents and photos to look through them more thoroughly- just in case they held the answers to some of the questions rattling around his head at the moment. 

Miles couldn't help a slight creasing of the corners of his mouth, a pleased smile escaping him. The thrill of the mystery, along with the anticipation of the chase to come, yes- for all the strangeness and oddities of this Otherworldly Underworld- this he could handle. 

He glanced back up at the Pianist, his questions burning on his tongue as he tried to hide the eager shine in his eyes, and tried to ignore the subtle screaming voice in the back of his mind. The sound of caution and self preservation trying its best to warn him against the coincidental convenience- of a trap well bated before him. And the small sinking feeling that he was well and truly caught.