“You’re frightening my family over a kid’s Easter basket.”

“Don’t move,” the agent next to Ethan said, laying a heavy hand on his shoulder.

The tech snapped on a fresh pair of blue latex gloves and reached deep into the back corner of the wooden shelf.

“Fibers on the wooden edge show blue cotton thread,” the tech said.

Ethan strained against the agent’s grip on his shoulder.

“She wasn’t authorized to touch those accounting archives,” Ethan said.

“Weight’s off balance,” the tech said, raising the stuffed toy into the light.