HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

and not the truth surrounding it.

I called Naomi.

She arrived from New York that evening with two forensic specialists.

The three coins in the library were examined.

Replicas.

Excellent ones.

Good enough to fool an insurer performing only a visual inventory.

Not good enough to fool the metallurgical scanner Gabriel sent from Bellweather & Cole.

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