That surely was not the wind. Henry carefully placed his burger down, his gaze fixed on the darkened auction house. The building was supposed to be empty, all valuables securely locked away for the night. Whoever these intruders were, they had no business being here.
As he approached the gate, Henry strained his ears, hoping to catch any sounds that might confirm his suspicions. But the night was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic. The hooded figure had vanished into the darkness around the building, leaving only silence in their wake. Henry’s mind raced with possibilities.