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“Congratulations. You’re also trespassing.”

I shove him behind a shelving unit just as the door opens.

Mr. Henderson steps inside.

“Everything all right? I heard a crash.”

“Fine!” I say brightly.

Too brightly.

His gaze travels toward the empty pedestal.

He stops.

“Where’s the statue?”

Oh, crap.

“The statue?”

“Yes. The enormous marble man that was standing right there.”

“Right! That statue.”

Behind me, Morpheus makes an amused sound.

I cough loudly.

“We moved him.”

Mr. Henderson frowns.

“We?”

“The restoration team. Earlier.”

“Where?”

“Loading dock.”

He looks toward the empty pedestal again.

“At this hour?”

“Very important conservation procedure.”

Behind the shelving unit, something rustles.

Mr. Henderson turns.

“What was that?”

“Rats.”

“Rats?”

“Big ones.”