“Someone is not a happy camper,” Dante said Friday morning as he and Kade watched the morning news.
“I wouldn’t be, either, if I were him.”
On the TV, Mr. Leighton was in his living room being interviewed by a reporter about the theft of the most valuable book in his collection by, to quote him, “A pair of—” expletive deleted, “—conmen who posed as a reputable book appraiser and his assistant.”
“Have you notified the police?” the reporter asked.
“You’re—” expletive deleted, “—right I have. Here and in New York where the…the man claimed to have his business.”
“Yeah, not happy at all.” Kade chuckled.
“From what he said, he called ‘Mr. Carrington’ at the number he’d been given, when he hadn’t heard from him as promised yesterday.”
Kade smirked. “Only to find out the number was out of s
