Chapters (77)
- Cover
- Discover the series you can’t put down …
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
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‘I tried the landline first,’ Françoise Schell said. ‘That was the phone she called me on. But there was no reply. Now I know why, of course. So then I called the mobile, and you answered. But I still don’t get it. Why didn’t she go to the police? Why come to me?’
‘You heard her,’ Ben said. ‘She didn’t know what to do. She was scared and confused. Maybe she felt she needed to gather more information before making any move. Maybe she wasn’t completely sure that her suspicions were right. Maybe she respected her boss too much to want to believe he was capable of trafficking with criminals. She saw you as someone with knowledge and connections that might be able to help.’
‘Maybe. But that doesn’t tell us what she overheard.’
‘A shipment,’ Ben said. ‘That’s the key to understanding this.’
She nodded. ‘That was the thing that caught my attention, too. The rest of it is just run-of-the-mill stuff that I hear all the time, conspiracies, paranoia, people convincing themselves of all kinds of crazy delusions. But crazy people rarely mention anything this specific.’
‘It has to have come out of the conversation she witnessed. Or else it was what made her suspicious enough to sneak into the warehouse to listen in. Either way it’s obviously part of this criminal conspiracy she’s talking about. A shipment of what?’
She shrugged. ‘Ancient artifacts, I suppose. The objects you could see in the background. I can’t see what else it could refer to, can you? If we had a consignment number I could probably run a trace on it. I know some people.’
Ben shook his head. ‘Segal doesn’t need Nazim and his connections for that. Exporting recovered historic art treasures from those parts of the world is what he’s been doing for years. That’s his whole business. And in any case, what could be less threatening and sinister than a cargo of old bits of stone? Museums are full of them.’
‘Then what makes this shipment so special?’ she asked. ‘Why would it have to be stopped, according to her?’
‘You’re the one who’s researched all this,’ Ben says. ‘You tell me.’
‘All I’ve researched is what’s in my article. I expect you’ve already read it?’
‘It’s been a busy day.’
‘It wouldn’t hurt for you to have a basic grounding in what we’re dealing with here.’
‘Walk me through the main points.’