“Probably. They may have tried to fence it themselves. That would be helpful if the piece ever surfaces. It could lead us directly back to the thieves. Then they could tell us where the rest of it went.”
“The police and FBI were all over this place, collecting evidence and questioning the staff. I can’t believe they haven’t caught the hooligans? It’s been twenty years.”
“I imagine the FBI has done all the right things.”
“Maybe they were in on it.”
Konrad snorted. “I doubt it.”
“But they had police uniforms and guns.”
“Those can be bought.”
“And the patches that said Boston Police?”
“They may have made or stolen those. My twin brother is a Boston cop. He might be able to ask some of the veterans about it.”
“Oh, so that’s why you don’t want to believe the police are in on it. Your brother is a flatfoot.”
Konrad bristled. “Look, most cops are honest, hardworking individuals who put their lives on the—”
Male laughter interrupted Konrad.
His grip tightened, and he growled.
Morgaine let go of his hands, swayed, and leaned over.
Konrad shot to his feet and grabbed her shoulders before she hit the table. “Morgaine, are you all right?”
She took a few panting breaths and opened her eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Where did Reginald go?”
“I don’t know. I imagine he’s still around. I just had to intervene. You two weren’t getting along very well.”
“No kidding. I have the feeling old Reggie doesn’t like cops. Maybe he wasn’t squeaky clean himself.”
“If we want information, you two have to play nice.” Morgaine suddenly sat bolt upright, opened her mouth, and spoke with the formal male voice again. “Don’t call me Reggie, and I won’t call you Connie. Being a disembodied spirit isn’t easy. How would you like to try it, hmmm?”
“Is that a threat?”
“What could I possibly threaten you with? Unless it’s withholding information.”
“You wouldn’t.”
A long silence followed, with Morgaine holding her stiff position.
“Oh c’mon. Don’t be childish,” Konrad said.
“Childish? How dare you. I was born in 1890. I’m well over a hundred years older than you.”
“No, you’re not. We’re barely a generation apart. I was born in 1912.”
Loud male laughter exploded from Morgaine’s mouth.
“I’ll prove it.” Konrad stood and stripped.
