Chapter 25

Frowning, Caiden asked, “How does he know who stole it?”

“Because,” Rian replied, “this particular thief always leaves a calling card—thumbing his nose at the victim, and the police, should they become involved.”

“Literally a calling card?”

“Yes, Caiden. All it has on it is the cartoon image of a keyhole, with two crossed keys over it. He, we’re presuming it’s a man, has left it at every theft he’s committed. He only goes after extremely valuable works of art, and only if he’s been hired to do so.”

“How do you knowhe’s been hired if you don’t know who he is?”

“Given what I supposedly do, I have contacts that are willing to talk to me. I’ll leave it at that, if you don’t mind.”

Caiden nodded. “Not that I have much choice. All right, Kingsley wants this thief caught, and came to you. He’s willing to disappear so I can take over. How have you explained that to him, without revealing what I am?”