The way she asked was strange—serious enough to make Damian hesitate.
"Should I tell her or not?" he thought.
Lindy's expression didn't waver. She really wanted to know.
Torn between trusting her or keeping quiet, Damian decided to tell her.
"I saw," he whispered, stepping closer, "two hooded figures talking outside, near the big tree next to this building. One of them gave the other a wooden box."
That was all he knew. He hadn't been able to hear a single word they'd said.
Lindy's eyes widened. "This isn't good," she said, moving to a chair and sitting down. "That wooden box you saw… was mine."
Damian's jaw tightened. "What? Are you sure? Does that mean those figures came into this room and stole it while I was here?"
"No," Lindy said. "The box went missing a few days ago. I thought I'd just misplaced it. But then, a few more things disappeared recently—and that's when I realized something was going on."
