Two more keys. The bookshop lead to the jeweler's.

[ Jim wants that to be it, or at least all that he has to tell her. He sinks further into himself, drawing his shoulders and oversized leather Jacket up in an attempt to put some distance between the two of them. He's still not quite looking at the camera, or even the screen, because he doesn't want to watch her expression. ]

But there was another trap, too. A bomb set in the middle of a bunch of glass displays.