02-09-2015, 03:09 PM
The rest of her shift was uneventful. Run of the mill. The different was she rummaged through the antiques. Searched for clues, for hidden compartments.
J'kelo Darmac's visit had gotten her thinking. It was true, there were some odd things going on in the business. Things she'd put down to an eccentric owner had suddenly taken on a whole new meaning. Wood, old pages, dovetailing, woven seats; they were innocent objects, but what they could hide was another matter.
A crumpled piece of paper caught her attention. It had been tucked away inside a porcelain music box. She'd never noticed it before. She hadn't been looking.She tucked it away inside her purpose before leaving, alongside Darmac's business card.
She would call him tomorrow, after looking at it and doing a little research of her own. The numbers didn't seem like they could mean anything, but they might.
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