lacing his hands behind his head, his eyes firing up with excitement. Fred was an antiques snob, and rare currency with a Civil War pedigree impressed him. When I finished we sat silently for a moment, thinking. I pictured the destruction in the van. Someone had stomped the dolls, a quick way to open them up and see if anything was hidden inside. Someone had known the currency was hidden in a doll, but not which one. I felt my fingers curl into claws. If we could find that person, weâd find Eric.
The wind chimes tinkled as the CSI technician whoâd video-recorded the inside of the van stepped into the office. As Ellis started to greet her, my cell phone rang, and I reached for it so quickly it skittered off the desk. I caught it just before it hit the floor. It was Ty. I pushed into the warehouse for privacy.
âIâm reeling,â I said after I filled him in. âIâm sick with worry about Eric. I canât even imagine how Grace must feel. Iâll call her later, just to touch base.â
âYou know youâre doing everything you can, Josie.â
âI know. Still.â
âYeah.â
I sighed. âHow are you? Talk to me about your day.â
âThereâs nothing to report. Weâre beefing up training protocols, interesting stuff, but with all the interdepartmental cooperation I need to arrange, Iâm stuck in extra meetings.â
âI understand,â I said, disappointed that he wouldnât be able to scoot out early but not surprised. âI miss you.â
âMe, too. More than you can imagine.â
After we finished talking, I stood for more than a minute, staring at nothing, thinking, wishing, and praying. By the time I got back to the office, the CSI technician had left. Fred handed me the receipt sheâd given him. Sheâd taken the doll, the dollâs head, and the currency.
âTheyâre halfway through the X-rays,â Ellis said, his eyes on his BlackBerry display. âNothing so far.â
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âObviously Jamie and Lorna donât know about the money,â I said, âor they never would have sold me the doll.â
âOr they knew about the money and it was an oversight,â Ellis said.
âA two-hundred-thousand-dollar oversight?â Fred asked.
âIt happens,â I said.
âIs the currency ours?â Fred asked. âI mean, the Farmingtons didnât consign the dolls to us, they sold them outright, so we own everything free and clear, right?â
âProbably not. When I worked at Friscoâs I once found a ruby the size of my thumb taped to the bottom of a drawer in an oak secretaryâa desk,â I added for Ellisâs benefit. âThat was a moment, let me tell you! Weâd bought the desk from an older couple getting ready to retire to Florida about a month earlier.â
âYou got a bonus from the company?â Ellis asked.
âNo way. Along with everyone at work, though, I assumed the ruby was ours, just as Fred assumed we own the currency. In order to discover the rubyâs provenance, Friscoâs jewelry appraiser asked the sellers for information about itâthatâs how they learned we had it. They said theyâd forgotten the ruby was there, and when Friscoâs wouldnât give it back, they sued for its return. I followed the case both because it was interesting and because I didnât know what to think. I could see both sides of the issue. We claimed it was a case of finders keepers, which actually has legal precedent. Shipwrecks, for instance. After a certain period of time, the ship is deemed to be abandoned, and anyone who finds it can file a claim and salvage itâand keep anything they find in it. In this case, the sellerâs lawyer argued that the ruby had to be returned because of something called âunjust enrichment,â which says the court shouldnât allow someone to benefit
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