It was quiet, the work wasn’t too demanding, and it allowed him the chance to admire the artifacts up close, even if only from behind glass. Yet, over the past few days, something had been troubling him—a nagging feeling he couldn’t quite shake.
Each morning, he’d noticed the same black van parked across the street, partially hidden behind a row of trees. It wasn’t a delivery vehicle, as far as he could tell, and it never moved throughout his shift.