artifact.â
Lana twisted in her seat to stare at Adam. He stood inside the doorway, filling the frame like a dark knight claiming his territory. Was he bluffing? Did he really suspect Mr. Floyd? She couldnât tell by the piercing gleam in his eyes or the hard set of his jaw.
âMe?â Mr. Floyd jumped to his feet. âYou canât possibly think I had anything to do with the break-in. I was out of town at the time.â
âWe explore all possibilities.â The hard edge to Adamâs voice made Lana flinch. âFiring Miss Gomez prematurely could result in a wrongful termination suit.â
Lana blinked. She would never consider suing the museum even if she had grounds and she was pretty sure being a suspect in a crime wasnât grounds.
Slowly, she turned back to Mr. Floyd to see his reaction. His face flushed bright red. It was surprising steam wasnât rising from his ears. She appreciated that Adam had stepped in on her behalf. Heâd obviously made her boss feel the same outrage at being falsely accused of something.
However, the last thing she needed was to have the situation made worse by alienating and humiliating Mr. Floyd or threatening the museum with a lawsuit. She needed this job. Not only because she loved what she did, but also without an income her chances of becoming Juanâs guardian slipped further away.
She jumped to her feet. âI understand youâre upset, Mr. Floyd. I understand the loss of the arrow has put the museum in a precarious position. I had nothing to do with the theft, but in the interest of doing what is best for the museum, Iâll take my vacation days.â
Behind her, Adam snorted; clearly he didnât like that idea.
Mr. Floyd, on the other hand, visibly calmed. He brushed a hand over his bald head and then sat back down. âThat would be most appreciated.â
She slipped her key card from the pocket of her purse and laid it on the desk. âThank you, Mr. Floyd. Iâm hopeful the police will catch the perpetrator and I can return to work in time to oversee the patron celebration.â
âWe will need to postpone the party for now,â he stated. âThe exhibit wonât be the same without the arrowâweâll need to find another piece to showcase.â
Disappointment dropped onto her shoulders. âI understand.â She would do whatever she could to help find both the arrow and another piece of history to add to the collection, despite being on âvacation.â
With a heavy heart, she left her bossâs office.
Adam fell into step beside her. âYou should have stood your ground. He doesnât have a legal leg to stand on.â
âIt doesnât matter. I have to do what I believe to be right.â She stopped to meet his gaze. âMy job is important to me. Besides, without gainful employment, thereâs no way Iâll gain custody of Juan.â
The anger in his blue-green eyes shifted to approval. Her mouth went dry as her heart sped up.
âThen you did the right thing,â he said.
Halfway to the exit, she remembered the file on the arrow. She stopped and placed a hand on Adamâs arm. âWould it be illegal if I take the file on the arrow with me?â
âIt has pertinent information that might help in an ongoing investigation,â he stated firmly. âIâll take the heat if thereâs any backlash.â
A moment of surprise gave way to tingling warmth spreading through her. Grateful for his offer, she said, âThe fileâs in my office.â
They retraced their steps down the hall and into her office. She quickly found the thick file in the drawer of her desk. Her gaze fell on the stack of unfinished display cards on the desk and a stab of melancholy hit her.
She wished she could rewind time and go back to the moment she heard the sound of breaking glass. She should have called the police instead of running headlong into