He imagined how he must’ve looked, sprinting off mid-bite as if he’d transformed into some unlikely action hero. Sliding into his seat, he picked up the burger, savoring the long-delayed victory bite. As he chewed, he glanced out the window, his gaze drifting back to the silent silhouette of the auction house.
The auction house would return to its quiet routine tomorrow, the artifacts sitting untouched behind glass. But somehow, Henry knew he’d be keeping a closer watch, maybe even checking the perimeter a few more times each shift. The job might’ve seemed routine before, but tonight had changed things.