The kid let out a sharp exhale. “There’s this girl I know.” He stroked his beard. “I met her like . . . four years ago . . . when she came to Brown as a prospective student. When I was still in Brown. We kind of clicked right away as friends. We’re both artsy people.”

McAdams threw Decker a glance. “Name?”

“Angelina Moreau,” Max said. “By strange coincidence, she goes to school in Littleton. And she’s an art history major.”

“Angeline,” Livingston said. When Max looked up, the kid said, “Not Angelina. Angeline.”

Decker said, “Go on, Livingston. You met Angeline and . . .”

“We’ve been like friends for about four years.”

“Define friends for them, Liv.”

“It’s nothing serious.”

“FWB,” McAdams said. “Nothing wrong with that.”

Livingston looked at him with grateful eyes. “Exactly. We’re not destiny but she’s okay . . . kind of a free spirit.”

“More like a dishonest spirit,” Max said.

“For the millionth time, Max, we don’t know that she did anything.”

“Can you finish the story for me, Livingston?” Decker said.

“She had a boyfriend and that was always fine with me. As a matter of fact, I know him from the parties around here. Lance Terry. I don’t care who she screws, but I really don’t know what she sees in him—other than his money. That might be enough. Anyway when she comes down to the city, we get together for a few hours and talk—”

“Can you say booty call?” Max said.

Decker held up his hand. “Let him finish, please?”

Livingston stuttered out, “What is wrong with that? You sound jealous.”

“Just green with envy.”

“I don’t love her but I like her. She helped me through some rough times. We could talk to each other.”

“And you did,” Max said.

Livingston glanced at him. “Yes, we talked and, yes, we talked about art and, yes, I mentioned the Tiffany windows to her. I told her about them like three years ago so if she wanted to do something illegal, she could have done it a long time ago.”

“And she probably did,” Max snarled. “The kicker of this whole thing is that since we’ve discovered the theft, the girl is suddenly not answering her phone. You need to find her and ask her about it. My father-in-law is going to freak when he finds out. Maybe if you call, Detective, she’ll know you mean business and have the decency to answer the phone.”

Decker said, “When did you tell Max about knowing Angeline, Livingston? Just now?”

The kid nodded. “It’s probably nothing. If I would have known that Max would be so pissed, I would have kept it to myself.”

“Brilliant.”

“Ken talks way more than I ever did. You know that’s true.”

“He doesn’t talk to random girls in a drunken stupor.”

“Oh fuck this!” He started to get up, but Decker stood up as well.