Chapters (90)
- PROLOGUE
- PART ONE: PROVENANCE
- 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
- PART TWO: ATTRIBUTION
- 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
- PART THREE: AUTHENTICATION
- 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
- PART FOUR: UNVEILING
- CHAPTER 56
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- CHAPTER 59
- CHAPTER 60
- CHAPTER 61
- CHAPTER 62
- CHAPTER 63
- CHAPTER 64
- CHAPTER 65
- CHAPTER 66
- CHAPTER 67
- CHAPTER 68
- CHAPTER 69
- CHAPTER 70
- CHAPTER 71
- CHAPTER 72
- CHAPTER 73
- CHAPTER 74
- CHAPTER 75
- CHAPTER 76
- PART FIVE: RECOVERY
- CHAPTER 77
- CHAPTER 78
- CHAPTER 79
- CHAPTER 80
- CHAPTER 81
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“There was a girl,” Shamron said after a long pause. “The one with all the earrings and bracelets. She was like a human wind chime. Do you remember her, Gabriel? She reminded me of—”
Shamron stopped himself. Gabriel seemed not to be listening anymore. He was staring at the cliffs, lost in memory.
“I’m sorry, Gabriel. I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t apologize, Ari. I’ll carry Leah and Dani with me for the rest of my life.”
“You’ve given enough, Gabriel. Too much. I suppose it’s fitting it should all end here.”
“Yes,” said Gabriel distantly, “I suppose it is.”
“Can I at least give you a ride back to your cottage?”
“No,” said Gabriel. “I’ll walk.”
He shouldered his rucksack and stood. Shamron remained seated, one final act of defiance.
“Learn from my mistakes, Gabriel. Take good care of your wife. And if you’re fortunate enough to have children, take good care of them, too.”
“I will, Ari.”
Gabriel bent down and kissed Shamron’s forehead, then started across the terrace.
“There’s one more thing,” Shamron called out in Hebrew.
Gabriel stopped and turned around.
“Put that gun at the small of your back where it belongs.”
Gabriel smiled. “It’s already there.”
“I never saw a thing.”
“You never did, Abba.”
Gabriel left without another word. Shamron saw him one last time, as he made his way swiftly along the cliffs of Kynance Cove. Then Gabriel vanished into the fire of the setting sun and was gone.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
AUTHOR’S NOTE
The Rembrandt Affair is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in the story are the product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The statistics regarding art theft cited in the novel are accurate, as are the accounts of the theft of Leonardo’s Mona Lisa in 1911 and Corot’s Le Chemin de Sèvres in 1998. The Portrait of a Young Woman that appears in the pages of The Rembrandt Affair could never have been stolen, for it does not exist. If there was such a painting, it would look markedly like Portrait of Hendrickje Stoffels, oil on canvas, 101.9 by 83.7 centimeters, which hangs in Room 23 of the National Gallery in London.