"I thought we were done with you." Did that have a double meaning? "You said we wouldn't see you again."

"I notice you haven't turned in the paintings yet," I answered.

"Are you my mother? We haven't had time to do it. It's none of your business."

"It kinda is. Actually, it's all our business, made more so by your attempts to kill us."

"What?" Flynn drew the word out in a high-pitched voice. "What the fuck?"

"Cut the acting. Foley gave you up."

"Who's Foley?" Flynn was game, but the sweat was beginning to well up on his forehead.

"Just the guy responsible for the deaths of at least a half dozen people. And since he worked for you, it makes the two of you responsible. That's life in prison."

"I don't know the guy. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I've got to admit," I said, "you're good. You had us fooled. We were actually appreciative of your help. Giving us Mikey's book was a stroke of genius. It put us in the middle of nowhere so Foley could kill us, while at the same time allowing us to dig up the gold. Was the book even real? Did Mikey even write it?"

"It was real. But we had no idea what was in it."

"Uh huh."

"Seriously, I don't know this guy Foley."

"Flynn, it's over. We found the gold, Foley is in the hospital in Brazil and is going to be extradited up here to testify against you, we're still alive and Mario is still alive."

"Mario who…" He started the sentence but didn't seem to have the energy left to finish it. He finally said, "You can't prove any of this. Foley's obviously a crook. He's not credible. Other than him, you have no proof. It's his word against mine."

"And ours. If you tell us where the eggs are, we can try to have them go easier on you."

"That's too funny. Your word against ours. Do you have any idea how deep in this shit you are? And to anyone listening—yeah, I know you're wearing a wire—I'd watch this guy if I were you. I have no idea where the eggs are, and that's the truth. But you do."

"I do?"

"Mikey was a mean son of a bitch, but he didn't have the eggs. Your great-grandfather did, which means he passed them down to your grandfather, your father, and now you. The only person who can possibly know where they are is you. You've figured out everything else so far, so you must have figured out where the eggs are."

I looked over at Sabrina. This wasn't going as well as we hoped. In fact, it wasn't going well at all. Bill Flynn was calling into question my honesty at a time when he should be cracking under the pressure and admitting his guilt. No wonder the police hadn't been able to make anything on him stick. We were going to have to try a different avenue. But what?