Sheâd always teased Drayton that the Heritage Society looked like an overdone menâs private cigar club, and that was precisely what Timothyâs office looked like. Mahogany built-ins, oversized brown leather chairs, a freestanding globe, and never mind the clichéd drink trolley with its whiskey and bourbon decanters. All that was missing were the smoking jackets and pipe tobacco.
âWhatâs up?â Timothy asked. His high cheekbones jutted sharply from his simian-looking face and his hooded eyes crackled with intensity. He was big on getting down to business with a minimum of fanfare. Or maybe he figured he just didnât have that many years left.
Drayton released a long breath. âIâm sure youâve heard about the tragedy at Heartâs Desire.â
Timothy leaned back and folded his hands, clearly interested. âYes, I read all about it in the newspaper and saw the various reports on TV.â
âIt was a smash-and-grab,â Theodosia put in. âThis crazy gang of thieves drove an SUV right through the window, stole every item of value, and disappeared in about two minutes.â She paused. âI was there. And I want to tell you it was well orchestrated. Choreographed, almost.â
Timothyâs sparse brows shot up. âIndeed.â
Theodosia continued. âWeâre worried the same type of robbery might happen at your Rare Antiquities Show this Saturday.â
Timothyâs hand stroked his narrow chin. âWhy would you think that?â
âHereâs the thing,â Theodosia said. âTwo FBI agents paid us a visit this morning to see if I could identify any of the perpetrators.â
âThey showed her a dozen different photos of known international jewel thieves,â Drayton said.
Timothy continued to watch Theodosia carefully with eyes that were keen and bright.
âAnd whatâs problematic,â Theodosia said, âis that there
was
a photo that may or may not have been an old photo of Lionel Rinicker.â
âWhat!â he cried. Her words caught Timothy completely off guard. âThatâs the most preposterous thing Iâve ever heard. Rinicker is a learned historian, not some hooligan who goes about crashing trucks through jewelry store windows.â Now his eyes sought out Draytonâs. âPlus heâs a valuable member of our board of directors.â
âWhich brings us to exactly why weâre here,â Theodosia said. âWe donât want to slander the man any more than you do, but what if Rinicker is . . . is some sort of inside man?â
Timothyâs smooth forehead dissolved into wrinkles and he shook his head. He was clearly in disagreement.
âWait,â Drayton said. He turned to Theodosia. âTell him about the Pink Panther gang.â
So she did. She told Timothy all about the high-end robberies all over Europe and the Interpol warnings.
Drayton scooted to the edge of his seat. âThe gang members whoâve been caught have all managed to engineer daring escapes. Agent Zimmer told us they speak multiple languages and carry various international passports. Which means they could turn up anywhere.â
Timothy steepled his fingers and inclined his head toward them. âIncluding right here in Charleston.â
âItâs certainly possible,â Theodosia said.
âBut . . . Lionel has become your friend, Drayton,â Timothy said in a slightly reproachful voice.
âYes. Thatâs why this is so agonizing for me.â Drayton gazed at Timothy. âIt has to be for you, too. I mean, you were the one who introduced us.â
âThatâs right,â Timothy said. âI first met Lionel Rinicker last spring at an antiques auction. He impressed me with his verve.â
Theodosia leaned forward. âHow so?â
âWe were both bidding on a Faulkner first edition,â Timothy said. âAnd I
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