I shrugged. “I’ve been busy. Although you have been on my to-do list for quite some time.”

He shrugged back.

We stared at each other, jaws tight, lips flat, eyes cold.

Finally, he sighed. “How did you figure it out? At least tell me that much.”

“You made a couple of mistakes. Small things, really, but they added up to point the finger in your direction.”

“Like what?” he asked, seeming to be genuinely interested in what I had to say. I supposed there really was a first time for everything.

“Your first mistake was when you confronted Clementine right after she took everyone hostage. It wasn’t something I expected from you.”

He raised an eyebrow, although the rest of his face didn’t move with it. “How so?”

“One thing I admire about you, Jonah, is your sense of self-preservation,” I said. “So why in the world would you confront a bunch of giants with guns? Oh, I could imagine you doing it if Mab had still been alive. You would have had to put on an indignant show to keep her from roasting you because someone ruined her exhibit. But she’s dead, so why not let the museum director huff and puff instead? But no, you immediately shoved your way to the front of the crowd and faced down Clementine all by your lonesome. It just didn’t make any sense.”

“That’s it?” he asked. “That’s what you based your grand conclusion on?”

“Oh, no. There’s more.”

McAllister gestured with his brandy, graciously telling me to continue.

“Then there was the fact that Clementine didn’t shoot you for standing up to her. Instead, she just slapped you around a little bit. It didn’t make any sense that she wouldn’t kill you, especially since I’d heard her talk about shooting someone in the face like it was no more important than getting her nails done. Sure, she wanted to keep the hostages calm, but you directly challenged her. She should have put you down just for that.”

“So she didn’t shoot me. So what?”

“So why didn’t she just go ahead and kill you and make everyone else fall into line that much quicker? There was only one reason she wouldn’t: because you were her boss. She wouldn’t kill the person who’d hired her to pull the heist, or she wouldn’t get paid the rest of her fee,” I replied. “You really should have at least let her wing you with a bullet or two. But instead, you got away with only a bitch slap. Now, that seems to be something you excel at, so I didn’t think too much of it at the time. But later on, it was just one more thing that didn’t quite add up.”

He eyed me. “And what were these other things that you found so troublesome?”