“Where are you off to this time?” Cole asked. They had just finished dinner at his place and were having coffee in the living room, when Gideon made his announcement—two months after Monahan Enterprises had officially opened its western headquarters in Denver. “And for how long?”
“Cleveland, and only for a couple of days. The man wants to meet with me face to face. Me. Not Alex or anyone else.”
“What’s missing? Or did he say?”
“Two Giovanni Battista Castello miniatures, stolen from his private collection. He’s notified the FBI and Interpol, but he wants me on it too.”
“You rank up there with the big boys,” Cole said proudly, setting his cup down on the side table by the sofa.
“Sometimes. I do know what I’m doing, and the people I deal with like the feeling they’re getting special atte
