“Now what?” Spence asked when they got back to the car.
“You’re probably not going to like this, but we’re going to research stolen books. Particularly, ones that went missing a week or two before your dad’s murder.”
“I don’t like it one bit,” Spence admitted tightly. “That said, I suppose it’s logical. There has to be a reason behind Dad’s death and for damned sure I don’t think he was part of the mob, as the guy posing as Vernon…well…hinted at without coming out and saying it. The whole ‘ruin his reputation’ thing.”
“Being a book thief, or dealing with them, would have done the same thing.”
“Maybe someone tried to sell him a book that he knew was stolen?” Spence said hopefully.
“And he convinced the seller to leave it with him to send out to be appraised then hid it somewhere until
