Now, he just had to stall the intruders long enough for the police to arrive. The burglars hadn’t noticed the subtle changes—the quiet hum of locking mechanisms securing the display cases, the hidden doors clicking shut in the high-value rooms. But a faint, isolated click echoed from a door down the hall, drawing their attention.
They paused, exchanging wary glances as one of them muttered, “Someone’s here. They know we’re here.” The other shook his head, brushing it off. “You’re probably just imagining things. We didn’t see anyone on our way in.” Still, a hint of unease lingered between them as they crept forward, now on alert.