CHAPTER 39
"Obviously I think you're the best P.I., Duke," I said. "Why else would I keep you around?"
"Because I'm arm candy?" He picked up the banana he'd rejected earlier and began wolfing it down.
"Right now you look like a monkey in the zoo, but let's go with arm candy."
He nodded appreciatively with a mouth full of banana.
"Now tell me who sold Earl that painting. Dazzle me with your brilliance!" I nudged him with my elbow, easy to do in a snug Mini Cooper.
Duke looked sheepish. "It's not as exciting as it sounds. I found a bill of sale at the bottom of a box."
"And?" I said.
"Earl bought the painting from a company called THS Investment Group. I checked it out on the Florida corporation website and it went inactive years ago."
"Maybe you missed something." I said, pulling m
