Chapter 5Quint looked up when Clay walked into the squad room. “Well, this is a surprise.”
Clay smiled, taking the visitor’s chair next to Quint’s desk. “I figured I’d tell you in person. Miller was all for the idea, as long as you guarantee that he’ll get the painting back. When I told him how we planned to keep track of it, he thought it was a clever idea.” He chuckled. “I think he’s living out some fantasy about catching bad guys, like in the movies.”
“It should be so easy. When can we pick it up?”
“It’s in the trunk of my car. If you managed to get your hands on one of the tracking devices Zack talked about, I’ll take it and the painting home to figure out the best place to put it.”
“I did.” Quint opened a drawer, taking out a carefully wrapped packet. “According to the doctor who
