âSergeant?â
Marian thanked John Reddick for his help and stepped out of his office. âSomething?â
âThey came in with the cleaning crew,â Perlmutter said. âThree of them. The crew thought they were stagehandsâone was carrying a tool box and the other two were pushing a laundry cart, one of those big ones like they use in hotels. Thatâs how they got the stuff out.â
âAnd the stage doorkeeper didnât notice anything funny?â
âHe wasnât on duty yet. They all came in the front wayâthe guy getting ready to open the box office thought they were stagehands too.â
âWhat time was this?â
âAround nine, in the ay em.â
âDescription?â
âOne middle-aged man and two younger ones. The older man was short, stocky, and wheezed when he talked. One of the younger men was tall, dark hair worn in a ponytail, didnât talk much.â
âAnd the other?â
Perlmutter grinned. âA hunk,â unquote.â
âOkay, itâs a start,â Marian said. âWeâll have to get the cleaning crew to look at mug shotsâyou can start picking out possibles. Mind if I use your phone while youâre in court this afternoon?â
âHelp yourself.â
They stopped for greaseburgers and coffee before going back to the station. Then Marian spent the afternoon calling auction houses as well as all the listings under âCollectiblesâ in the yellow pages. No one had ever seen a Three Rings script offered for sale, and no one could (or would) give her a name of someone even remotely associated with the black market in souvenirs; most of those she spoke to got huffy when she asked. A touchy subject, evidently. Shortly after four she called it a day.
When she got home, Marian tapped out the number Holland had given her. It turned out to be a voice-mail service; she left a message saying there was a play she wanted him to see Saturday night.
5
The next day Marian went to an auction.
An auction house in Sheridan Square was advertising a collection of âcinema and stage treasuresâ; the pièce de résistance was to be one of Madonnaâs girdles. Marian took the subway and arrived just as the doors were opening.
Inside, she paid a fee and received a printed program listing the items to be auctioned. Marian had decided not to flash her badge; sheâd probably get a better reception if she posed as a collector. But she didnât see any playscripts listed and wondered if she was wasting her time.
Rows of padded folding chairs were set up facing the auctioneerâs desk, currently unattended. Marian sat down near two not particularly well-dressed women. The woman closest to her had a beaked nose and bulging eyes, giving her an avaricious look. âWhatâs your field?â the woman asked unexpectedly.
âUh, playscripts. Iâm looking for a copy of Three Rings .â
âHuh. You wonât find it here.â
The other woman, a plump blonde, leaned around the beak-nosed one and said, âWhat do you want that one for? Three Rings flopped, didnât it?â
âActually, itâs the directorâs copy Iâm looking for,â Marian improvised. âI collect John Reddick.â
That made sense to the two women; specialists were commonplace. âScripts run high,â the woman with the nose said. âPersonally, I donât bother with paper.â
âPaper?â
âScripts, posters, play programs, autographs ⦠you know, paper . I think personal items are so much nicer. The last thing I got was Tyne Dalyâs travel alarm clock. From when she was touring Gypsy ? I just loved her in Cagney and Lacey .â
âI collect stage props,â the blonde said happily. âLast month I got the original spear Raul Julia carried in Man of La Mancha .â
âItâs a repro,â the first woman muttered.
âIt is
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