“Are you there, Decker?” Radar said.

“Hold on, Mike, I’m putting you on speaker.”

“Hi, Captain,” McAdams said.

“How are you feeling, Tyler?”

“Coming along. You found the storage bin?”

“We did and it was filled with material that was probably taken from cemeteries or churches. We also found a half-dozen small paintings, and two file cabinets filled with art plates and maps. Plus . . . we found the two Tiffany panels along with boxes of stained glass. One case down and a bunch more to go.”

“Ken Sobel will be thrilled.”

“Good work on your first solve, McAdams. You give Sobel the good news.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“What are you up to, Pete?”

“We’re about to go look into an apartment that Victor Gerrard sublet. I don’t suspect I’ll find anything.” He took the phone off speaker and recapped his conversation with Cindy. “Looks like he’s rabbited.”

“Maybe he and Lance Terry are meeting up at Lance’s aunt’s house near Malibu. Didn’t Terry say that Victor looked familiar?”

“He did,” Decker said. “I have a friend in Ventura PD. I’ll have her drive by the place and keep an eye out for one or both of them.”

“Good.”

“We should probably get someone to start cataloging the stolen items.”

“I’ve already contacted Littleton. They’re sending over several professors.”

“I know you haven’t gone through all of it, Mike, but did you find anything in there that looks really valuable?”

“Nothing worth killing over. At least not to my eye.”

“What about the paintings? Did they swipe a Da Vinci or something?”

“Not unless Da Vinci painted New England landscapes.”

“Are they signed?”

“If you hold on, I can tell you.”

“Sure, I’ll wait.” He took the phone off speaker. “I’m on hold.”

“Your first solve,” Oliver said to McAdams. “Congratulations.”

Decker looked at Tyler. “It’s okay to smile, Harvard. You did do a good job. Go call up Ken Sobel and tell him the good news . . . although I suppose it would be better news if we found out who shot you.”

“You know, Old Man, you’d make a terrible therapist.” McAdams took out his phone. “And I should know. I’ve been to a thousand of them.”

“Anything in the bin worth shooting people over?” Oliver asked.

“There are some landscape paintings. He’s checking out the signatures now.”

Radar came back on the line. “Okay. I’ve written down the names the best I can figure out. One was unsigned. The first is by a guy named H. Herz or Herg or something like that. It’s faint. I’m looking for a magnifying glass.”

“Can you spell it for me?”

Radar complied. “There’s one by Jasper Pressley. There’s a K. Kennedy, a T. Cole, an A. Durant or maybe it’s Durand. There are two by a guy named Gifford and the last one is by H. Matusse.”

“Matisse?”