Seeming to sense his confusion, Anita cocked her head to him with a smile. “I collect art. This is only one of my collections.”
He said nothing, but scanned the room once more before moving deeper into the house. Martin didn’t know what to expect in the next room.
Anita was good with the light, and seemed to have it beaming where he was most naturally going to look to next. They wandered into the next room, but Martin wasn’t sure what to classify it as. The walls were lined with bookshelves that didn’t hold any literature, but instead various little knickknacks. He didn’t want to ask.
What was important, however, was that behind the sofas and chairs decorating the room, there was no one trying to sneak up on them. He turned from Anita and moved toward the window, which he only noticed because the tiniest streak of light shone between the drapes. He gripped the edge of the dark blue curtains and pulled them wide; both of them squinted in the sudden light.
Martin turned back to face Anita, but she was already looking at the far wall. On that wall, unlike all of the others, there was a large bookcase made entirely of glass. While the cabinet itself was undamaged, the porcelain dolls that once decorated the shelves now lay in ruins. Chunks of shattered porcelain littered the carpet and some areas of the shelves, though most of the bodies of the destroyed dolls were in a pile on the floor.
When Anita took in the sight, she couldn’t help but suck in a breath of horror, and all she could do to stop herself from screaming was placing a hand on her mouth. The dolls she’d been collecting were easily worth thousands; why would someone destroy them rather than steal them? She was heartbroken to no longer possess them, and she couldn’t restrain the tears that leaked from her eyes.
“Who would do such a thing…?” she asked, not expecting an answer. Martin didn’t have one for her anyway. Martin wasn’t as certain of the value of the dolls as Anita was. He did think it strange for the intruder to go out of his way to destroy them rather than steal them. If Martin was correct and whoever had been here was looking for something, he believed they might have been trying to be thorough. But who would hide anything inside a doll? Well, Martin supposed it mattered little. They still had the rest of the house to search.
“Alright, we’ll circle around the rest of the floor and head upstairs. I don’t think we’re going to run into any trouble, but let’s be certain we don’t miss anything,” Martin said. Anita nodded in response. Quiet tears still leaked from her eyes, but she wiped them away when he moved ahead of her.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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