“Lieutenant, can I have a minute?” Quint asked, after rapping on the open door to Harber’s office. When the lieutenant beckoned for him to come in, Quint did, putting a sheaf of papers down on the desk and then taking the chair opposite his superior.
Harber scanned the top page before looking at Quint. “Information from John Pierce’s laptop, I gather. How much is relevant to the case?”
“All of it. It took our computer experts some time to break through the walls he had set up to keep this from prying eyes.”
“Why don’t you give me the gist of it?”
“It seems that Pierce was involved with a very sophisticated art theft ring.”
“Interesting, considering who his roommate was. Is there any reason to believe that Mr. Eldridge is a part of it, as well?”
“Not according to the information we ha
