After what they called lunch, Hans and Greg escorted us into another section of the warehouse, where they had set up a makeshift living room with couches, ottomans, and even a TV. I had strange hopes that we would be allowed to watch some Icelandic reality television while they plotted their evil schemes, but alas, we were the ones who were forced to do the plotting.
“Ladies, we need you to tell us what books on this list are actually worth the kinds of sums you were offering in the past two days. Which of these books can acquire us such value?” Greg handed us a two-page list of book titles.
Beattie glanced it over and then handed it to me. I scanned the page and then laughed outright. “You want us to tell you, based on a list of book titles, which ones are the most valuable? Are you ser
