So we all sat around and talked about the food and the weather here in Cyprus. Soon though, we ran out of small talk, and when the silence grew too awkward, I blurted out the question that had been plaguing me all morning. “So, is your employer’s business to return stolen art?”
Zariyah studied my face for a long moment and then looked over to Boone, who simply raised his eyebrows as if echoing my question.
“Yes,” she finally said flatly. “But that information must not be made known, you understand? My ability to acquire stolen pieces depends on the legend that has risen up around me as a thief and smuggler.”
I looked over at Boone, but he didn’t look surprised. Not even a little. “You knew?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “I suspected. Too many artifacts have been returned to their rightful
