Colin dropped onto a chair. “That wouldn’t get us far.”
“I know. I planned to go for a bike ride out to Concord today. I should have.” The Texan heaved a sigh. “You ever think this thief’s playing us for fools?”
“Yep.”
“He’s been winning for ten years. Is he smart or lucky?”
“Probably both.”
Padgett sat up straight, lowering his feet to the floor. “It was a close one for Lucy Yankowski. If Yank and that Irish cop hadn’t come along, she’d have been in serious trouble. You like to think someone would have noticed something, heard her yelling—but people in that neighborhood obviously aren’t going to be thinking a woman’s trapped under a bookcase in a famous artist’s studio.”
It was a fair point. Colin updated Sam on Emma’s visit with the BPD.
“She could be a while,” Sam said. “Maisie Bristol has produced five movies for the big screen and made a ton of money. She’s on fire out in Hollywood. I downloaded all five. Want to take a look?”
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