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Quint looked up when Lou came into the Robbery-Homicide squad room the next morning. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” “Didn’t expect to be here, but I need to talk to the lieutenant, if he’s around.” “Uh-oh. Something wrong?” Lou grabbed the chair by Quint’s desk, swinging it around to straddle it. “You tell me. I ran into Gideon Monahan last night. Or rather, he hunted me down.” “Okay. For a reason, I take it. I never met the man. What’s he like?” “Dedicated to what he does. Has a one-track mind on the subject of stolen art and forgers—or at least that’s all he talked about.” Lou smiled wryly. “Although I have to admit, I prompted him to tell me about it.” Quint nodded. “You’re good at getting people to open up. Would I be wrong in supposing he wants your help?” “We didn’t get th