After Jon opened the door, he was startled by someone pushing him backwards, back into his own bedroom. He didn't know this guy and he had no idea how he had gotten into his house. Jon stumbled backwards and fell onto the floor, still watching the stranger standing before him. Behind him, another stranger entered the room.
"Where is it?" the second man asked. Judging by how the men looked, the first man was probably the "muscle" (he was wearing something more casual and clearly was very fit - he probably worked out every day) and the second man was the "brains" (smart, expensive suit and tie - looked like a business executive; his slicked back hair made him look sleazy, though).
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jon answered.
"Don't play stupid with me, kid. You know exactly what I'm talking about." He leaned forward, close enough that Jon could feel his hot breath and his spit when he talked. "The painting. Where is it?"
"How do you know about ..."
"Where is it?"
Jon looked up at the first man and saw what was coming. A beating. He had seen that look quite a lot at school, when bullies like Randy Goodman and Biff Meadows were involved. But this time, it wasn't about lunch money. It was about a magic painting that could tell the future. Jon's gaze moved back to the second man - the man in charge.
What was Jon going to do?
