It takes Harold about a half hour to get all his stage props packed away and organized in the storage room and locks the door. A few minutes later a security guard enters with two German shepherds on leather leashes and greets Harold.
"How are you doing, Mr. Hawkings? Shame about the show. I just heard about it from the owner."
Harold shakes the man's hand. "Thank you, Joe. Keep a good eye on things here tonight. I worried someone may have sabotaged my trick tonight. Not under your watch, of course," he says smoothly.
"You got it, Mr. Hawkings. Debbie and Doris here won't let anyone get close, you have my word. Isn't that right?" he says to the dogs, scratching each on behind the ears.
"You have my full faith, Joe." He begins walking back towards his dressing room and is about to spot anyone lingering in the hallway.