Beside her, Henry had been thinking the same thing. If the thieves were going to guard their haul around the clock…
They were in deep, deep trouble.
There was the sound of heavy footsteps and a few scattered grunts.
“Watch the doorframe, Wallace!”
“Christ, that’s heavy.”
“Let’s set it down here.”
“In the corner, you lazy piece of shyte!”
“What’s wrong with here?”
“We’ll never get the statues in if we block the door, idiot.”
There were a few more grunts followed by a loud thump.
“I don’t see why we bothered with these big pieces,” someone grumbled. “We can barely find buyers for the little stuff. Everyone wants to know whose collection it’s from so they know it’s not stolen. Who’re we going to convince to buy all this rot?” The speaker punctuated this statement by kicking the corn
