Whoever had hit the glass had done so carefully. Only the side where the necklace rested was broken. She took a quick inventory of the rest of the contents. “Nothing else is missing. There’s the carnelian cat statue, the bowl of hammered copper, and the faience glass-paste beads.” She moved around a little, glass crunching under her shoes. “The fish amulets are there, the gold earrings.” She pointed as she itemized the collection she had been in charge of, the one she had memorized by standing there for two work sessions. “I would have to say that the thief was certainly bold, breaking into the case while people were here, thinking he could escape with the necklace,” commented the one remaining man who was looking at the exhibit. “He must still be in the museum,” Lana said, realizing that they should close all the exits. “Has anyone called the police?” “Of course.” Antef looked at Lana’s arm. “You need a doctor.” “No, I don’t. Look, my arm has already stopped bleeding.”
