Their mannerisms echoed a sense of urgency, their whispers, while indecipherable, betrayed an underlying concern. Their presence and their urgency reinforced the ominous reality that John was trying to grasp: something far more serious than he had initially perceived was unraveling in his once tranquil home.
After a while they came back and exchanged a series of quick glances and hushed words with Mrs. Thompson, their body language tense and alert. One of the men, a tall figure with a stern expression, turned towards John. “Mr. Baxtern,” he said, extending a gloved hand towards him, “I’m Agent Smith. We believe what you’ve found is of great importance to us. Thank you for bringing it to our attention.”