He went from picture to painting to sculpture, checking his watch every two minutes. He eventually walked toward the bathrooms, conveniently situated next to the mysterious place he had spotted while studying the maps. He noticed a door a few feet on the right marked RESTRICTED AREA. It was almost too easy. One could have honestly mistaken one door for the other. He opened it without hesitation. There was no one in the room. Two lines of gray metallic lockers faced each other, separated by a long bench which looked cold and uncomfortable. Carter inspected the lockers. Two of them weren’t secured. Carter laughed sarcastically to himself. This art gallery was really just a joke. It looked as though they actually wanted him to steal the ruby. He peered into one of the lockers. An overused khaki jacket hung from a broken hanger. A cap of the same color lay in the bottom of the locker. Carter looked for a name tag on the jacket, but all he could find was a notice saying concierge. The other locker contained a pair of high-heeled shoes and a make-up bag.
