Olwen stripped her attention away from the coffee table and looked at Hans who was preparing to flip it back to its original place. It was his way to apologize in place of Yves. The least he could do was to clean up his friend's mess especially the expensive vase that got broken because of his unsightly tantrums. However, an imaginary finger repeatedly poked her conscience, telling her to stop him from doing it. There might be a clue hidden inside and she was not going to let her idea go unnoticed.
"Wait!" Olwen told him, and he stopped midway. "Don't put it back. I want to do something with it."
"Like what?"
"How heavy is it?"
He wrinkled his forehead. "Sorry. I'm . . . not sure how to answer that," he said, placing the coffee table down before looking at her. "Heavy, but not quite, I
