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Archie found Henri, at least he figured it was Henri, lying facedown under a pile of debris that looked like it had been thrown from the shelves that lined both sides of the narrow passageway. Faded linoleum was randomly visible between scattered heaps of watches, necklaces, rings, and other small items of adornment. Papers from a desk with the drawers hanging open added to the impression that a frenzied search had been conducted around the fallen man.
Archie pushed some of the debris off him and had his finger on Henri’s pulse when Zach came in. His gaze flicked up to meet the older man, who leaned against the rifled desk, trying not to look like he was catching his breath.
“Not dead.” He paused. “Yet.” His gaze went past Zach to Laura who gave a cautious look inside, then ran forwar
