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STAYING BACK AFTER CLOSING HOURS to do inventory sounded like pure torture. But Steven had made it much more tolerable for Venus. Even when they were quiet, his presence giving her a sense of calmness.
He had told her briefly about the encounter with the man with the cane at the beginning of their overtime shift. Telling her that one of the security guards from the museum had the strange wrist tattoos that he had seen everyone in the Alps have. He even took both of Venus' hands, turned them around to inspect her wrists, which she let him so, she even took him into the staff toilets to wash them in case she covered them with make-up. She knew she had nothing to hide and understood Steven's apprehension and fear so if she could make him feel more at ease, she was willing to do that. Telling him that once she got home, she would look into that for him. Knowing she probably had better chances at finding something than he did.
On their way out, Venus heard what sounded like a dog squealing. She stopped dead in her tracks. Trying to figure out which way the noise came from as Steven came to a sudden stop beside her.
"Ya heard that too, right?" She asked him.
He nodded, looking behind them, "Oh, bloody hell," He muttered, "Hello? Donna? J.B?" He called out, walking towards where the sound had come from, Venus following him. Both of high alert, "Pets aren't allowed in the museum. Here, boy. Hello? Where are you, ya little bugger?" Steven called out, whistling.
Steven glanced at his own reflection in the glass of a display case. Walking away as he continued to look for the dog. Venus following close to him, her eyes scanning the area. She could've sworn that she saw Steven's reflection watching her with wide eyes when she walked past it.
"Why did you bring her, Steven?" The reflection hissed, its voice American sounding, but Steven was too far to hear it.
As Steven continued to whistle and call out for the dog, Venus couldn't shake the bad feeling settling in her gut. She didn't hear a dog whining, or barking or scratching at anything. It was far too quiet for an animal to have snuck inside and needing help to get back out. She reached Steven again, placing her hand over his elbow.
"I think we should just go," She told him.
Steven nodded. Letting her pull him backwards when suddenly they both heard a low growl behind them. A large shadow looming over them. Steven grabbed Venus, pulling her with him behind a pillar, his eyes as large as saucers.
"Steven Grant of the gift shop..." Venus' instantly recognised the voice coming out of the loudspeakers. It belonged to the man with the cane, "Give me the scarab and you and your girlfriend won't be torn apart."
