Arnold “Snakeface” Jenner reflected that he never should have gone into the business of stolen antiquities. For years he had done well moving the goods he knew—drink, tobacco, and the like. He should’ve stuck to that.
But no, he had listened to f*****g John Brownwood, and now look at the mess he was in. Brownwood had set off yesterday with all of their smaller pieces, insisting he had a customer lined up. That included their most valuable piece, the little blue and gold pendant in the shape of an eye.
Snakeface didn’t know where Brownwood had gone, but he sure as s**t noticed when he didn’t come back. And wherever he was, he had taken several thousand pounds’ worth of swag with him.
Now he was working his contacts, trying to learn if Brownwood had made off with the goods or if he’d been
