“So most likely, someone took it, used it to steal the painting, and put it back without him seeing,” I said.
“It sounds far-fetched, doesn’t it?” Ronan agreed. “But that’s the theory we have to operate from.”
“All right then.”
“There’s something else.” The strain in his voice drew my attention.
“What?” I asked.
“I hadn’t realized this, but when Fiona was at art school, she specialized in the study of impressionist art and art history. Her final thesis paper was about one of Monet’s lesser-known works.”
I whistled. “Damn.”
In the context, that did sound incriminating. I could understand why the police had immediately thought of her. And shit, this wasn’t something we should have been blindsided by. Fiona should have told us this from the beginning.
“Not a good look,” I said. “Not unless the style she favors is ‘guilty as hell.’”
