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a two-way street, Gordy.”
    â€œI always believed there were no secrets between us. I should have known better. You’re a Sharpe, after all.”
    â€œSorry the fishing expedition didn’t work out for you.”
    He laughed. “I had that coming. You’re tougher than you used to be. Maybe you had a little of Sister Brigid left in you when you worked with me. Or is the smart remark your fiancé’s influence?” He winked at her. “I bet you complicate his life.”
    â€œI’ll see you on Saturday,” Emma said.
    â€œAnother careful answer.” Gordy pointed a finger at her. “That’s good, Emma. Be careful, because your grandfather will burn you if you aren’t. Mark my words.”
    â€œCan you find your own way out?”
    â€œNot a problem.”
    â€œTake care, Gordy. You know how to reach me should you need to.”
    â€œAnd you know how to reach me.”
    She gave a curt nod. “Yes, I do.”
    â€œGood to see you, Special Agent Sharpe.”
    * * *
    After Gordy left, Emma texted Oliver York and her parents, asking them to get in touch, and then she went into Matt Yankowski’s office. His windows overlooked Boston Harbor, glistening in the morning sun. Yank had her sit on a chair facing his desk and he didn’t interrupt her report on her brief, odd meeting with the retired agent.
    When she finished, Yank grimaced. In his midforties, he was a good-looking, straight-arrow, buttoned-down agent out of central casting—except nothing about him was that simple. It was a lesson Emma had learned early in the four-plus years she’d known him. “Do you have anything on these stolen mosaics?” he asked.
    She shook her head. “No.”
    Yank’s eyes narrowed. “But?”
    â€œIt’s entirely possible Alessandro Pearson’s death triggered the rumor mill. Something to do with his estate, maybe. Wild imaginations. I don’t know.”
    â€œCould York and MI5 be creating the rumors to stir the pot?”
    â€œAnything is possible.”
    â€œRight now I wish your brother and grandfather hadn’t put Gordon Wheelock on their guest list. Do you know which one of them had that bright idea, when and why?”
    â€œI don’t.”
    â€œBut you’re going to ask,” Yank said.
    â€œI’m heading up to Maine after I’m done here.”
    He heaved a sigh. “Did you know about this London party?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œBut your parents were there as well as Oliver York. I was afraid his name would come up when I heard Gordy Wheelock had an appointment with you. Does York know Gordy investigated the thefts?”
    â€œUndoubtedly.”
    â€œWhat about Gordy—does he know Oliver’s the serial art thief he and your grandfather chased for years?”
    â€œI don’t think so, but that’s only a guess. Gordy’s certainly suspicious of my relationship with Oliver.”
    â€œHe’ll figure it out, then.”
    â€œI would bet on that.”
    â€œWas Oliver at this party because Gordy was, or was it the other way around and Gordy was there because of Oliver?”
    â€œI’ve already texted Oliver asking him to get in touch with me.”
    â€œYou said please, since he’s a British citizen protected by MI5?”
    Emma shrugged, ignoring Yank’s sarcasm. “Whatever it takes.”
    Yank looked pained. “I was hoping we were done with him for a while.”
    â€œSame here.”
    â€œYeah. I ran into Gordy before he left. He invited me outside for a cigarette. Sarcastic SOB. He knows I don’t smoke. I said no. He never approved of HIT. He wrote a letter to the director articulating his disapproval. No love lost between us, but there’s no question he was one of the best.” Yank pushed back his chair and rose. “When I’m done with this job, I’m going quietly. I’ll go for long runs on the