Mannion threw himself forward and rolled through the doors just as the guards were pulling them closed. Safely outside, he held the statuette aloft. The little goddess’ golden skin glowed like fire in the rays of the setting sun. Mannion grinned as he imagined LeClerc’s frustration when he heard that this time he had not beaten Louisiana to the prize. But his moment of triumph was short-lived. It suddenly occurred to him. He turned to look sorrowfully at the now locked and barred doors.
He’d left his credit card back in the gift shop.