As the hard drive finished its recovery to factory settings, she gathered up the papers and zip drive, stuffing them into her bag.
Stepping over the body on the floor, one of his arms stretched out as if grasping for the spilled wine glass, she swiped up the keys to the Lamborghini. The jewels were already stowed in the car and she thought it a shame she couldn’t take the Van Gogh or the Picasso as well.
Taking one last look around the room from the door, she placed her card on the small table. On it, in stark detail, was a black circle surrounding a red hourglass.