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The week following the arrest of the looters passed quietly. Or as quietly as it could, considering the arrests had made the news. Cole had been subjected to reporters wanting to interview him. He used the experience to talk as much as they’d allow him to about the problems with looters of archaeological digs, and how an unwary buyer could determine if the artifact was being sold legitimately. “I might as well get something out of this whole mess,” he told James dryly at one point. Quint showed up at the gallery the Tuesday following the arrests with news—good and bad. “The perps, Carl Davis and Tony Alvarez, agreed to plead nolo contendere to the charges of looting the dig, in exchange for telling us where the rest of the stolen items are. They were also offered a chance to plead to sec