I stared at my new friend for a long moment. “But you are buying the piece?”
“I am, but then it will be returned . . . and this dealer arrested.” The waiter brought our tea and dessert and then set a small briefcase next to Link. “But before that happens, we need to see if we have made ourselves worthy of an invite to a certain auction.”
With that, they tapped the briefcase, and I looked up to see an entirely different person behind the counter. “How do you do that?” I said with awe.
“Magic,” they said. “Now, this is our surprise, so eat up. It’s the best baklava in the city.”
They weren’t lying, and if we weren’t about to buy a stolen piece of ancient art, I might have even had a second piece. But as it was, I had a little trouble swallowing the first one and was very glad for the min
