“If we’re right, that wouldn’t work. Clay makes enough money on his paintings that he wouldn’t be desperate to get involved in making more illegally. And if Reed is smart, he’d know that and smell a set-up.”
“True. So what do you have in mind to stop this gang?”
“Punt?” Quint replied with a tight grin. “Not really. First, we have to find out if Clay’s theory is right. And we may have the perfect in for that.”
“How?”
“I’ll let you know after I do some more checking.”
* * * *
“Doctor Kendall, this is Detective Hawk. We met at the hospital when I was interviewing Trevor Eldridge.”
Zack glanced at the time, knowing his brief break was almost over. “How can I help you,” he asked, while shrugging on his white coat.
“I’d prefer to tell you in person. When will you be available?”
“Meaning when do I get off duty? With luck, at seven. After that, I’m meeting with Trev, and he’s taking me to the studio he rents to look at his sculptures.”