Chapter 32

“We sort of figured that out,” Zack told him dryly. “Presuming the man works for Carter or one of the others, there’s no way I can go back to Alberts’ place to pick up the painting.”

“I’d say that’s a given, unless they believe you’re stupid enough to think the shooter was some punk playing games.”

“If they’ve seen me with Trev—and they must have or why try to kill me—they’d know that I know they sent that man.”

“But you have to get the real painting back,” Trev said.

“Since Clay promised Mr. Miller we would, we will. As I see it, the big problem with that right now is the fact they might suspect we bugged it somehow,” Quint said.

“Did you?” Hernandez asked, speaking up for the first time.

“Yes.” Quint explained what Clay had done to the painting.

“Would a bug detector pick up on it?”

Zack replied, saying, “I suspect so. It isa tracking device, albeit a medical one.”