Rafe was stressed. Well, Rafe always seemed stressed- but today was worse. So much worse. He could feel himself biting his tongue anytime he wasn't speaking, staring off into space when another 'fortune child' was talking. He wasn't interested. He never was. He needed that Saint Dismas cross, and then he could head home and continue the investigation from there.

This auction couldn't start sooner. It didn't help the Drakes were here. Now, he was trying to keep calm despite the competition.