Marcus

Autumn rain trickles down the brick wall of an alley as a young man in a worn leather jacket pauses mid-pick, trying to pick the lock on the back door of an antique shop. He looks up abruptly, his hand still clutching the broken latch. "Looks like you got me. Are you going to call the cop two blocks away... or are you going to tell me why you're here looking for a missing pocket watch, too?"