Sergei stood looking out the window of his office. He had finished reviewing the tapes for the fifth time. The video had been fine until the time between when the statue disappeared and Rune appeared on the platform. There was a section of empty video feed, as if someone had paused it before restarting it. It lasted only a few seconds, but it must have been longer. There was no way someone could have taken the statue in the few seconds shown on the time.
Dimitri had left after they had run through the video for the third time. He had received another call from his man in Los Angeles. Sergei took a sip of the brandy he had poured. He normally didn’t drink during the middle of the day, but he had made an exception as disappointment and disillusionment battled for first place inside him. He
