CHAPTER 48
"I made a phone call while you were gone," Nick said.
"Glad to hear it," I said. "Anyone I know?"
When he didn't answer I let it slide and laid the painting on his desk. "Here you go, one forged painting, as advertised. Isn't she a beauty?"
In broad daylight, the colors were even more breathtaking and powerful. This piece constituted art, even if it was a copy. Andre, whoever he was, was a genius--as well as a master forger, of course.
"I'm starting to think you really are the FBI's secret weapon," Nick commented as he examined the picture.
"Make fun all you want, but then I'll have to kill off your character in the first episode."
"I'm not joking," he said with a pointed look that took me aback.
Before I could respond, there was a knock on the door.
"Would you let her
