“Wait, Sarah,” said Maggie, staring at the rug. “That chair has been moved.” She was pointing to an armchair whose feet were slightly off the depressions it had previously made in the rug. “You moved it back exactly, right?”
Sarah looked nervous. “Yes, I believe I did. At least, I think I did.”
Maggie’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Sarah. “Sarah, I don’t think the amulet is safe here anymore. If it is still in the box.” Sarah leaned over and unlocked the safe, pulling out the relic. She sighed with relief. “Here it is, Maggie. I must have not moved the chair back perfectly.”
Maggie went over and took the relic from Sarah.
“I don’t want to put you in danger, Sarah. Something just doesn’t feel right. I am going to take these down to a bank and put them in a safe deposit box. Right now.” She put the relic in her pocket with the pictures and sketches and headed towards the door.
“Lock up tight, Sarah. I’ll be back when this is safely out of your house.”
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