They barely looked at him as they scattered around the room, eyes gleaming as they examined the priceless artifacts. Henry’s pulse pounded, his eyes scanning frantically for anything sharp. His gaze landed on the edge of a metal display stand. It was risky, but it might work.
He positioned himself with his back to the stand, moving slowly, trying not to draw attention. With a shaky breath, he pressed the zip tie against the sharp edge and began sawing, each movement slow and agonizing.