“So there you go.” Angeline felt calmer.

“They can link me to the forgeries if they know my client. But I don’t see how that would be possible. You don’t even know my client. Unless . . .”

“What?” He always did that. Calm her down to make her nervous again. “Unless what?”

“You have the stained glass that was used in the forgeries. So . . . we need to get rid of the glass.”

“Right.” She smiled. “You’re thinking more clearly than I am.”

“And we should do that immediately.”

“Okay. So why don’t you grab a beer from the fridge and catch your breath and let me pack up my leftover crap. You think about where we should hide the stuff until things cool down.”

“I’m not going to hide it. I’ll dump it when I go back up north.”

“No way. It’s top-quality glass and I still have over a thousand dollars’ worth of material. I’m not throwing it away.”

“It’s not wise to hang on to it, Angeline.”

“Just . . . chill.” She got up and looked at him. Slim, dark, sultry, brilliant, a little bad boy, a little evil and a great fuck. “Think about a plausible story so if the cops pay me a visit, I don’t sound like a moron.”

“Why would they visit you?”

“Because they’ll probably talk to everyone in Littleton—me, my friends, my professors. We’re an art college remember?”

“The cops don’t touch the colleges, Angeline. Upstate owns this town.”

He was right about that. Whenever student shit spilled into Greenbury, the colleges called up the police and cleaned up the mess so mommy and daddy were none the wiser. “True, but just in case, we should plan something.”

He was still in a very dark place but not nearly as panicked as he was a few minutes ago. As she started packing up the glass, he stood up and grabbed a beer from her minifridge. “If you think that there is any chance that the cops will talk to you and will somehow magically find out that you’ve done stained glass way back when, let’s get you some new glass altogether. So when they ask if they can have a sample of your glass, you can say sure.”

“Great idea!” She walked over and threw her arms around his neck. “Now you’re thinking.”

He gently extricated himself from her grip. “I’ll go check the Dumpster for empty boxes.”

It took him a few minutes to find two big empty boxes. Since the apartment building housed a lot of students, the Dumpsters were always filled with discarded cartons from college kids ordering useless shit. She took the boxes and began the tedious job of wrapping up sheets of glass, one by one by one.