Having Ianto around now put a definite bounce in Jack's step. One more thing that was making LA seem more and more like 'home'. And for a man who didn't have much of a home to speak of, that was certainly saying something. The files Ianto had found were, as always, helpful. It would take some time, he was sure, to get them to mesh with the new home-base, but certain things could be extracted and used.
Hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, Jack stopped outside the antique store. He'd left on his own, telling the team he'd be back shortly and wanted to check on something, no need to come with. And he'd been nice and left the SUV at the Hub. The walk had been much appreciated, giving him a chance to work things out in his mind. He had no idea what he'd be looking for in the antique store, other than knowing it when he saw it.
He withdrew a hand, pushing into the store, his mind in artefact hunting mode -- not watching for danger.