Back in Tam"s office the Scotsman repacked the T"ang figurines in four small wooden crates marked SCOTTISH RASPBERRIES.
SCOTTISH RASPBERRIESLuke paced around the room. "You were gonna damn well leave me!" he yelled, "You heap o" Scotch shite!"
Tam fussed with the repackaging. He was unable to meet his accuser"s eyes. "I wasna, Luke," he blustered. "Believe me. On my mother"s life."
Luke, incensed, continued pacing. "That guy had infrared! He"d have known I was there as soon as I crossed his goddamn garden!"
Tam flung out his arms in a gesture of helplessness. "I didna ken it. Must be new."
Luke swept the papers from Tam"s desk. "You"re a b****y liar! You said you knew the security guy!"
"He must"ve brought in some other body. How was I supposed to ken that?" Tam countered. "The basta
