“Trust me, I’m not interested in any painting they might have there, if that’s what you’re implying,” Brax replied honestly.
“I didn’t see any sculptures. At least not in the public rooms.”
Brax laughed, although it wasn’t a laughing matter. “Are you trying to say you think I’m an art thief?”
“Not trying to. I’m fairly sure you are.”
“Why?”
“Cards on the table, although I don’t know why I’m doing this. Probably because I’m curious about your response. It could tell me a lot.” Kyle paused, nodding. Brax had the feeling he was trying to convince himself that was the truth. Looking hard at Brax, Kyle continued. “I’m certain Mr. Pence deals in stolen artwork. I just haven’t been able to prove it, so far.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I had a talk with a black-market collector. He…mentioned
