go on display here or there.â
âThatâs what I told her, but the president of the college says the last curator of the museum was a real stickler. Thereâs no notation of that vault ever being opened. She doubts anyone presently at the schoolâincluding most of the trusteesâwould even recall that these items were in storage there.â John shook his head. âShe needs the art-theft team, is what I think. I can have that coordinated, but right now she just wants to talk to you.â
âDid she leave a number?â
John took a folded piece of paper from his shirt pocket and passed it to Connor.
âIâll just give her a call, take a drive up there in the morning, see whatâs what. We can always hand off the case if necessary.â
âConnor, you donât play well with others. If thereâs something there, youâre not going to want to turn it over to someone else and walk away. I know you.â John rested his arms behind his head and leaned back. âWhat I donât know is why youâd be so interested in a quiet little antiquities theft case. I admit Iâm surprised.â
Connor shrugged. âChange of pace. Maybe Iâm tired of running all over the globe, chasing down informants.â
âNice try.â John closed his eyes. âNext.â
âMaybe I like art. Antiquities. Archaeology. Indiana Jones. All that stuff.â
âWho is Daria McGowan, Connor?â
âSheâs an archaeologist.â
âThat much I know. Iâve got her background. Education, publications. Important digs. Sheâs very well known on an international level. The Iranians invited her in as a consultant on a big dig. American and female. A very big deal. Not their SOP.â
âLike you said, sheâs very well known internationally.â
âHow do you know her?â
âI met her in Morocco. Last fall.â
âYouâre involved with her?â
Connor smiled. âI only met her once.â
âYou met her one time, in Morocco, and you told her you were an FBI agent?â John sat up, frowning. âA bit risky, donât you think? In that part of the world?â
âNah. Sheâs an old friend of Magdaâs.â Connor smiled again. âMagdaâs been trying to fix me up with her for about two years. We finally met in November.â
âAnd?â
âAnd what? We met the one time, and we clicked. Itâd be nice to see her again.â
The two men sat in silence for a minute. Finally, John said, âOkay. You drive up there, you check it out. Help her look around for these artifacts; maybe theyâre misplaced. Mislabeled. Maybe thereâs been no theft.â
âThatâs what I just said.â Connor nodded. âThatâs exactly what I want to do.â
âAnd if you determine this is really an art-theft case, weâll turn it over to NSAF.â The FBIâs National Stolen Art Files unit. âThey know the best way to track stolen antiquities, theyâre the experts.â
âSounds good.â Connor stood. âYou feel like taking a dip, John? I have some extra trunks.â
âNo, thanks. I need to be getting back. Gennaâs been out of town on a job and should be in soon. Iâd like to be there when she gets home.â He got off the lounge and stretched. âNext time, maybe.â
âSure.â
John followed Connor up the steps and into the house. âIâll take a bottle of water for the road, though, if you have one.â
âIn the fridge,â Connor told him and began to pull on a pair of khaki shorts heâd left on a chair in the sun porch. âHelp yourself.â
âThanks. You want one?â
âSure.â
Connor joined John in the kitchen a few minutes later.
âIâll call you as soon as I have a handle on this case,â Connor told him as he twisted the cap off the bottle
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