At this, Armagh colored. The sheriff, of course, was right. “I see your point.”
The sheriff looked at Cash. “Any more questions?”
“Not at the moment.”
“I have a question for you, if I may,” said Armagh. “I would love to know if you have any leads as to where the relic might be.”
“Not yet,” said the sheriff, “but we’re on it. We’re liaising with the San Francisco police and are getting a warrant to search his apartment. We’ve searched his luggage and hotel room here, with no success. Of course, it may be those who murdered him took it. Or that he did, in fact, deliver it to someone else. We’ve been trying to piece together his movements before his death.”
“You will let me know your progress?”
“Absolutely, Brother. You will certainly be kept abreast of our investigation.”
Cash spoke. “How long do you plan to stay?”
“I‘ll not be returning home until I have the missing piece in my possession,” he said firmly. “If it takes the rest of my life.”
