Chapter 20

“Someday we’ll fill you in,” Clay promised. “For now, though, as I was saying, this man, Mr. Miller, also owns a painting I did four or five years ago. It’s now worth a great deal more than it was when he bought it, probably somewhere in the neighborhood of thirty to forty thousand dollars.”

“Wow,” Trev said under his breath.

“How hard would it be to copy it?” Quint asked.

“For someone used to doing that—and I’m presuming Mr. Alberts has people working for him that are—it wouldn’t take too long to come up with a copy that would fool almost anyone, unless they were an avid collector of my artwork. Of course, when it comes down to it, Mr. Miller is.”

“Even so, we wouldn’t be trying to fool him, if he’d be willing to help us. Do you think he would?”

Clay nodded. “Possibly. I might have to bribe him.” He pointed to Element of Protection.“He’s been dying to get his hands on that to complete the quartet.”