Piper pulled out her own notepad. “I’ve done some research on Swift Auction House. It’s a high-end operation dealing in fine arts: paintings, sculpture, jewelry—a smalle
r version of Sotheby’s.” She raised her head from the notepad. “It specializes in antiquities.”
“Not all of them legal,” Brittany informed them. “Norman was chatty, at least for a while last night. He said Eugene Swift was running a side business dealing in illegal artifacts—pieces smuggled from their home countries and sold to wealthy, and very discreet, private collectors in Asia, the Middle East, Russia, some in the US.”
“Never!” Olivia exclaimed. “Eugene would never have done anything like that. If the auction house was involved with illegal antiquities, Kathryn was behind it.”
“Not according to Norman.”
“He’s a snake. Dig deeper, and you’ll find if anything illegal was going on, it happened after Kathryn took over the business.”
Piper stepped in. “Dozens of museums have pieces of ancient Egyptian jewelry in their collections. That’s what I don’t understand. What makes this bracelet valuable enough to kill for it?”
Brittany shook her head. “Norman clammed up before we got that far, and right now, Mrs. Swift isn’t talking.”
Piper closed her notebook. “Let’s hope that changes.”
* * *
Thad had gone for a five-mile run after he gave Brittany his statement, but the exercise hadn’t lightened his misery. He needed someone he could take out his ugly mood on, so he called Clint, but when the kid arrived, Thad couldn’t summon the energy to watch film with him, or even tell him he was an idiot, so he kicked him out again.
On his way to the door, Clint dead-eyed him like the leader he already was. “You’d better get your shit together, old man, because right now you’re useless.”
Thad mumbled something under his breath and closed the door on him.
He spent the next few hours on the Internet learning everything he could about ancient Egyptian jewelry. All the time, he was thinking about what had happened in Las Vegas. Olivia had been wearing her bracelet the night Gillis had abducted them, just as she had the whole time they’d been in Las Vegas, but Gillis had initially gone after Thad’s wallet and watch. That had obviously been a diversion, a way to make it look like a robbery and keep anyone from suspecting Gillis had only been after the bracelet.
Last night, when the police had interviewed Olivia, she’d said that Gillis had pulled off her rings before he’d taken her bracelet. One more attempt at a diversion. It seemed obvious that Kathryn wanted to keep anyone from linking the bracelet to the auction house, but once Olivia had seen Norman’s face, that was no longer possible.
Toward midafternoon, he couldn’t endure the knot in his stomach any longer. He had one last thing to do.
21
Olivia handed Rachel a tissue. “Are you done crying yet?”
Rachel blew her nose. “I’m never going to be done. Dennis and I are responsible for all the crap that’s happened to you.”
“You had nothing to do with Norman Gillis trying to kill me.”
Rachel wasn’t listening. “All the problems with your voice. I hate myself. You should hate me, too.”
“I do.”
Another honk of her very red nose. “No, you don’t, but you should. Every time I think about poor Lena and that dead canary . . . About what he did to you . . .” She shuddered. “I’m sorry. I’ve never been so sorry about anything in my whole life.”
“I believe you’ve mentioned that,” Olivia said. “About a dozen times. Forgiving you is getting boring.”
It was early Monday afternoon. Rachel had shown up at her door two hours ago after driving in from Indianapolis, where she was doing Hansel and Gretel. She’d been crying and apologizing ever since.
“I love you,” Rachel said. “You’re the best friend a person could ever have, and I violated our trust.” She started crying all over again.
Olivia handed her one more tissue and rose from the couch. “I’m making us something to eat, and you’re going to stop crying long enough to eat it.”
“Okay . . .” She sniffed. Blew her nose. “Let me help.”
Olivia lifted an eyebrow at the wadded tissues in her lap. “Wash your hands first.”
That elicited a watery smile. Rachel headed for the bathroom, and Olivia went to the kitchen. She’d had groceries delivered that morning, although she wasn’t sure why since she was too miserable to eat.