“No. Wait. Yes. One time, while we were both waiting for the elevator, he got a call. He wasn’t happy with whoever it was. Said something like ‘Find it’ or ‘I’ll find it’. I don’t know why that sticks in my mind. Probably because he looked at me like I was eavesdropping and turned away to finish his conversation.”
“Thank you. You’ve been a big help.”
“Not sure I was, but you’re very welcome.”
* * * *
“Now what?” Spence asked when they got back to the car.
“You’re probably not going to like this, but we’re going to research stolen books. Particularly, ones that went missing a week or two before your dad’s murder.”
“I don’t like it one bit,” Spence admitted tightly. “That said, I suppose it’s logical. There has to be a reason behind Dad’s death and for damned sure I don’t think he was part of the mob, as the guy posing as Vernon…well…hinted at without coming out and saying it. The whole ‘ruin his reputation’ thing.”