Jian nodded, and we headed off, not knowing what awaited us.
We moved toward the growing crowd outside the jewellery store, curiosity driving us. To my astonishment, a sea of people stood there, phones raised, taking videos and pictures. Jeanne gripped my hand, pulling me through the throng to see what had caused the commotion.
The sharp cries of a woman pierced through the buzz of the crowd. As we broke through the front line, the scene before us was shocking. Xander stood at the centre, a hammer clutched tightly in his hand, his face a mask of rage. Nearby, Susan was restrained by two of Xander's bodyguards, each gripping one of her arms as she struggled and screamed.
“How dare you take my sister-in-law’s family heirloom?” Xander bellowed, his voice echoing through the store.
