Reece snapped his fingers. “It must be those burglaries years ago. The authorities never uncovered a who or a why, but the thief didn’t take much. Now that you mention it, I think there was something like this tusk thingie. Wait here.” He ducked around the corner.
Drayco took the opportunity to say “Hi” to Andrew Jackson, who mumbled, “I’m afraid of banks.” More historian inside jokes via Reece’s coaching. When Drayco got closer, the bird said, “Drayco sorry.” Is sorry? Will be sorry? He’d never been threatened by a bird before.
Reece bounded back with a newspaper in hand. “The break-ins took place thirty years ago. I checked my index and found this.”
Drayco read the article Reece pointed to. A home owned by banker Maxwell Chambliss was burglarized, with two pieces stolen—a gold necklac
