Jonathan's POV
Rollings Designs - John's office- Afternoon
My phone buzzed as I was reviewing a file.
"John?" I said as I saw the ID.
"Hello," I said on the phone.
"Jonathan," his voice was tense. "Come over."
With that he disconnected the call, so I went over to his cabin.
"What's the matter?" I said as I pushed the door open and walked inside.
John looked up.
I could see his weary eyes and that made me down as it was all cause of me.
"I got some new surveillance footage yesterday night,"
"You won't like the place," he said.
I leaned over his shoulder.
"See," he said as he played the footage.
"You can see these (he pointed to three cars) cars, they've been seen parked consecutive days outside Rollings Arts."
My face lost its color the moment he said Rollings Arts.
"Look," he said.
"The same people and none of them are customers,"
"Jonathan," he said in a grave voice. "I think someone is watching over the gallery."
