“Did you see this?” James said, moments after coming into the gallery Thursday morning. He handed Cole the Post, folded to the page with the article about stolen Native American artifacts. “It doesn’t mention you by name, but—”
“It better not have,” Cole replied dryly, after scanning the story. Since James already knew the basic idea behind it, Cole didn’t have to elaborate. He gave the paper to Gideon to look at.
“Perfect,” Gideon said. “Now, we wait and see if it worked.”
As far as Cole was concerned, from that moment on, the day seemed to drag out forever. By the time it was dark outside, he figured if Keith Brooks had put two and two together, he’d probably decided to, at best, follow Cole home, then…Do whatever he has in mind to make me tell him where the artifacts are. At worst, B
