He knew that the safest and most logical thing to do was call for backup. With slightly shaky hands, he reached for his phone, quickly dialing the local police dispatch. The line clicked after a few rings, and he breathed a sigh of relief as a voice came through on the other end. “911, what’s your emergency?”
“There’s a break-in happening right now at the auction house,” Henry said in a low, urgent tone, trying not to alert the intruders to his presence across the street. “I’m the night guard here, and I’ve spotted two figures inside the perimeter. I need immediate assistance.”