Kristin Hardy - Caught

And then Julia heard the noise through the still open door.

She tensed. “What was that?”

“What?” Alex asked hoarsely.

“That noise. Outside.” She scrambled away. Heart hammering, she dragged down her skirt, buttoning her jacket and fighting a growing sense of embarrassment and horror.

Someone was there, and heaven only knew who. What if they’d heard? What if they’d seen? What if she and Alex were busted? Catching her breath, expecting the worst, she hurried out the open door into the main conservation lab.

Only to find it empty. No one there, she saw with a rush of gratitude. No guards, no conservators, no staffers wondering what was going on in the stacks. Just a quiet, empty conservation lab. They hadn’t gotten caught, despite taking an absurd chance. Relief flooded through her.

And then she saw.

“Alex . The box.”

“The box?”

“The amulet,” she almost wailed. “Oh, my God. Did you move it?”

“I put it right back where it was. Right there.” He pointed to the table with the bas-relief, but where the open box had been now sat…

Nothing.

Anxiety swept through her. She couldn’t stop staring, blinking as though the box would magically appear.

But it didn’t. No box, no amulet, just the folder of photographs and drawings, with the smooth table behind it.

The White Star was gone.

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