“Careful with that Ku,” Sterling admonished. “That is from the Twelfth Century, B.C.”
Hannah placed the delicate beaker cautiously upon the table, away from anything that had potential to brush up against it. “I totally understand taking the Dutch Masters and Degas,” Hannah explained as she carefully balanced the Ku against the spine of a thick book. “This piece seems so inconsistent with the rest of the collection. Why do you suppose the thieves took this?”
“I never concerned myself with the answer to that question,” volleyed Sterling. “Perhaps the ringleader personally ordered this piece, or the thief found it interesting?”
Hannah smiled, feeling that her confidence had returned.
“By the way, Hannah, where is the Vermeer?” asked Sterling.
Hannah opened a small drawer on the fro
