I actually got nothing done today. Too little sleep the night before. Going to bed early tonight!
“I guess they could be hand-prints, Lucas,” I eventually said. “You think somebody came in through that window” — the very small, dusty window — “then crawled across the ceiling, to do… what?”
“Descended down a rope until he was over their target,” Lucas said immediately. “This place gets pretty dark at night, so he wouldn’t be seen unless the guards got too close. It’d give him time to quietly pull the nails up from the crate, grab the goods, then come back the way he came.”
“That sounds pretty specific.”
“I’ve had to do something similar, once or twice.”
I bit back a smartass comment, and instead looked up at the ceiling. “I see smudges, Lucas. Where’s the hook?”
Lucas thought for a moment, then brightened. “He must have taken it with him when he left. Leave no clues behind, right? Besides, it’d have to be enchanted. You know, to take the weight.”