I looked at Adaire. “Are you familiar with them?”
He shook his head. “No, I’ve never heard of them either. Maybe they’ve always been held by private collectors or sold in private transactions?” He shrugged, but something about the way he moved told me there was something he wasn’t saying. Now wasn’t the time to ask, though.
“Find anything?” I asked Beattie.
She shook her head. “The first one is mentioned here as part of a collection at a small museum in the north of the country, but I don’t see a note of the other one at all.” She frowned. “That is odd. Even privately held books usually have some records, maybe just in online chats and such, but this one has nothing.”
Aaran took out his phone and slid the paper from Swagley in front of him. He tapped at his screen and then turned his p
