Amanda sobbed. “That's where we locked it.”
Umberto pulled the woman closer to the storeroom. “Now, where has my precious cargo gone?”
“Hannah took it!” screamed Amanda.
Umberto sensed Amanda had approached a dangerous point of panic. He did not need a commotion to alert the neighbors. “Now, now, Amanda Yorkey.” he cooed, attempting to calm her. “Let us sit and ponder for a while.” He led her to the sofa. It was clear that she no longer had freedom to leave.
Amanda sat on the sofa. Her panic gave way to catatonia. She sat on the sofa in cold silence.
“I don't have the collection anymore,” said Amanda.
“Yes,” agreed Umberto, stroking her head with his gloved hand. “Hannah Morgan has my precious cargo.”
Amanda reached over to Umberto. She grabbed his gloved hand. She pos
