His breath came quick, but he kept his focus, darting through the narrow hallways and slipping behind display cases to avoid being seen. A large, ornate vase loomed ahead, and he dropped down behind it, catching his breath as he listened for their approach.
The burglars were growing increasingly frustrated; he could hear them cursing under their breath, their footsteps heavy and aimless as they scoured the floor for him. Henry allowed himself a brief moment to hope—maybe they’d give up and try to escape.