Once he was done and prepared to start his night shift, a familiar sight caught his eye outside—a tow truck pulling away the black van. Henry couldn’t help but laugh at himself, realizing how worked up he’d been over nothing.
He shook his head, chastising himself for his overactive imagination. And as it turned out, the mysterious man in the suit was simply a serious bidder, a collector renowned for his obsession with fine antiques. Not a thief but a customer, after all.