Chapter 16

“I’ve only talked to him a couple of times, but he doesn’t seem to be jumping at shadows from what I can tell. You could call and ask him yourself, you know.”

“No. If you say he’s okay, I’ll take your word for it. I’ll start digging into Mr. Brooks and let you know if I find anything interesting.”

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“And that’s where things stand at the moment,” Quint told Clay over dinner that evening. He’d kept his partner apprised about the case. He often did that, especially if it was one that involved any facet the art world.

“So Gideon thinks this Keith Brooks hired Elliot and the others?”

“At this point, it’s a logical conclusion—at least in his mind. Everyone else seems to have been eliminated.”

“Unless one of the looters got their hands on a set of the keys,” Clay pointed out.

“True. Or…”

“Or?”

Quint shrugged. “One of the guards at the site was involved. I’ll have to ask Cole if they had keys, too, although I think he’d have said something, if they did.”