The man gripped a bag between his teeth, a tiara hidden inside, as he scaled the high tower in a desperate bid to flee from his pursuers, stealing away something of great worth. With a final pull, he hoisted himself through the wide window, landing inside with a soft thud. Brushing the dust from his shoulders, he flashed a triumphant grin and peered into the bag.

Flynn’s gaze swept across the room, taking in the warm, inviting interior and the elegant paintings that adorned the walls. He folded his arms loosely at his sides.

“Is anyone here?”