Chapter 26

Rory did, keeping one hand on the rail in case Hanks changed his mind. When they got to the bottom, Hanks urged Rory over to the workbench.

“Nice. Very nice,” Hanks said, looking at the forged Carrà sitting on the easel beside the workbench. “You’re better than I thought. Have you created provenance papers for it?”

“Of course,” Rory muttered. “I’m not stupid.” Stupid to let him grab me, but that’s another thing all together. If I make it out of this alive, I’m never parking in the alley again.

“Show me,” Hanks ordered.

With a sigh of resignation—faked, but necessary under the circumstances—Rory went to the file cabinet, took out a folder, and handed it to Hanks.

With his gun still pointed at Rory, Hanks put the folder on the workbench, opened it, and glanced at the forged papers. “They’ll pass. Who are you planning on offering the painting to?”