Chapter 39

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When we were back in my apartment Ephram settled on the sofa, looking up at me. “This is a lot to take in.”

“I know.” I sat next to him. “Are you shocked?”

“Maybe a little. It never even occurred to me to wonder how all of you made a living. I mean the gallery is a good front, but when it comes down to it, it doesn’t bring in enough to keep the four of you in skittles and beer.”

“Well, since none of us bowl and some of us don’t drink beer…”

“You know what I mean,” he replied a bit peevishly.

“I do. I’m sorry.”

“You must make a lot of money, if you do this on a regular basis. How do you account for it?”

“Not on a regular basis. It’s more like we do it when the chance appears and we can find a buyer. Or if a client asks us for a certain piece, which is more likely to happen.”

“You said you’ve robbed museums…” He didn’t look happy about that.

“Twice since we began. The second time got hairy and we decided never to try that again.”