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“An undisclosed location?”

“I’ll let you choose the words, Ms. Buchanan. I’m not the writer.”

“You’re just the consultant to the Italian police who painted a fake forgery?”

“Exactly.”

“In that case, perhaps it’s time for me to meet the prisoner.”

Gabriel knocked on the door of the bedroom, and a moment later out stepped Magdalena.

“My goodness,” said Evelyn Buchanan. “This story is getting better by the minute.”