Paramedics were wheeling Ben toward the parked ambulance, with Quinn following at his side.
I patted Max’s arm. “Stay here.” I stood and walked into the rain, joining her and Ben. “Guess you can’t fly all that well,” I said to him.
“Fuck you, asswipe.”
“Classy.” I took a step closer. “Who put you up to this? Who threatened you to make sure Richard was at the Temple of Dendur yesterday?”
“What?”
“Who threatened you?” I barked. “A big fat guy? Do you know a man named Luther North?”
“What the fuck are you on?” Ben retorted.
“Was it someone claiming to be a cop?”
His expression immediately faltered.
Oh God.
“A cop?” I asked again.
“I—”
“Did you meet him? Did you see his face? Why did you help him?” I was practically shouting.
Quinn put a firm hand on my arm and started to pull me away.
“I only ever saw him one time!” Ben argued. “Then he just texted me! Said he’d throw me in jail if I didn’t tell Mark—Richard—someone wanted to meet him at the exhibit before his shift ended.”
Quinn’s hold on me loosened slightly.
“And?” I prodded.
“And he said I could get back at you if I helped.”
“Me? You don’t even know me.”
“The fuck I don’t. I know you run that posh antique shop. You turned down purchases from my contacts. You wantpapersand your asking prices raise the market value!”
“Oh, screw you! At least I’m a legitimate operation!”
“Sebastian,” Quinn warned, tugging me back when I took a step forward.
“I know you worked with that cranky old Rodriguez, and that asshole sent the cops after me and my dad half a dozen times.” Ben turned his head and spit at my feet.
“Who was the cop?” I asked, because if I didn’t focus, I was going to beat his face like he had mine.
“Up yours.”
“Who was the cop?” I asked again, louder. “How do you know he was legit?”
“He showed me his fucking badge, man!”
“What was his name?”
“You think he’d tell me his name?” Ben asked before laughing.
“What did he look like?”
