“Nothing after that.” Terry winced. “I swear it! I refused to go back to the cemetery. The last job gave me the creeps. Not that she didn’t try to change my mind. But when she saw that cemeteries were out, she pushed me into other things.”

“Like?”

“Razoring out antique maps from old atlases.”

“When was this?”

“About a year and a half ago, must have been in the start of our junior year. And FYI, I refused to do it. For one thing, you saw how careful they are at the reference desks. I knew I’d get caught. Then Angeline suggested that we could go to local libraries along the Hudson. Small towns are often filled with antique books. And no one cares about them. But I told her no. If she wanted to do it, she was on her own. She dropped it, but I knew her schemes weren’t over, especially when she showed up with a Movado watch on her wrist. She dumped me because I wasn’t of any use to her anymore. Finally, when she started sporting expensive stuff, it dawned on me that she got herself a new partner.”

“How’d John Latham come into the picture?”

“I don’t know how she met him. Maybe her contact in Boston fixed them up.”

“And you don’t know who this Boston contact was?”

“No.” A pause. “I thought you said you knew the contact.”

“I want to hear what you have to say.”

“I don’t have anything to say! I never knew her contact but I damn well knew she was doing something: her bling got bigger, her ski equipment was top of the line, and her sunglasses and purses were plastered with designer logos. How else did she afford any of that shit if she wasn’t doing something illegal.”

“And you have no idea how she met John Latham?”

“No, I don’t know. Why don’t you believe me?”

“Are you asking me that seriously?” When Terry reddened, Decker said, “When did you find out about Latham?”

“I already told you guys that.”

“So tell us guys again.” McAdams held up his iPad. “Just for my notes.”

“About a year ago, I tailed her into Boston. I saw Latham. I turned around, I went home. I was pissed. I admit it. And I thought very hard about punching his lights out. But I was tired after the long drive. And I guess the drive also cooled me off. I didn’t kill him and I didn’t kill her.” He slumped into his chair, regarding Decker with beseeching eyes. “I’m scared. No offense, but I don’t want to end up like him.” He pointed to Tyler.

“None taken,” McAdams said. “I’m not happy about it, either.”

“What do I do now, man?”

Oliver said, “Stop stealing stuff would be a great start.”