The men did not look like they were there to pawn something. Instead, they seemed like they had come to wreck the store.
Momentarily dumbfounded, the owner quickly recovered and asked weakly, “A-Are you here to pawn something?”
The men in black suits stepped aside to form two lines, and a middle-aged man walked up from behind.
The owner read the financial section of the paper enough to recognize the person standing in front of him. Stunned, he exclaimed, “M-Mr. Actonward?”
Russell turned to look at the owner, his face devoid of emotion. “Someone took something from my house. I’m here to catch him. Please don’t try to get in our way.”
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