Chapter 3

“It’s open,” Harber called out. When Lou walked in, Harber nodded to the chair by his desk, saying, “Just the man I wanted to talk to.”

“Yeah? Because of Monahan?”

Harber lifted an eyebrow. “How did you know?”

“He tracked me down last night. Told me you and he had a chat and that you’re willing to loan me out to him,” Lou replied tensely.

“Did he tell you why?” Harber asked, not seeming the least bit fazed at Lou’s words or attitude.

“Something about stopping a con man who forges artwork, claiming the paintings he creates are early, undiscovered works by a famous artist.”

Harber nodded. “Essentially the same thing he said to me.”

“I don’t get why he thinks he needs my help, and why you seem to be willing to let me give it to him. It’s a con, nothing more. Yeah, lots of money changes hands but come on, lieutenant. I’m needed out on the street, stopping the real criminals, not bringing down some petty crook.”

“Are you supposed to meet with Monahan again?”