Henry had first noticed him after nearly bumping into him outside the security room, where the man had lingered a bit too long, peering at the door as though he were considering something. The stranger had mumbled a vague apology and quickly turned away, but Henry couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling.
The very next day, when he saw the man moving through the gallery’s ancient artifacts section with that same intent expression, Henry’s guard went up. It wasn’t just the man’s gaze lingering on certain items but the way he moved, cautious yet deliberate, with a strange mix of detachment and interest.