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“Edmond Ricard,” sighed Chiara.
“I don’t intend to give him much of a choice.”
“And if he decides to call the authorities?”
“Then things will get very interesting for all the parties involved.”
“Especially your girlfriend.”
“Not to mention her assistant,” added Gabriel.
“And if everything goes according to plan?”
“I will destroy my six forgeries so Ricard can’t slip them onto the market. Then I will personally deliver the Picasso to Naomi Wallach in Paris. She’s already searching for Emanuel Cohen’s rightful heir.”
“Someone is about to become extraordinarily rich.”
“And someone else is going to be rather miffed.”
“The owner of the Picasso?”
Gabriel nodded.
“One wonders why he agreed to sell it in the first place,” said Chiara.
“We made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Three paintings of extraordinary value and a guarantee that the Picasso would remain locked away in the Freeport for the foreseeable future.”
“And to think you wanted to go to the police.”
“Yes,” said Gabriel as he held his wineglass up to the light. “How could I have been so foolish?”
***
He awoke early the following morning and dressed in a pair of black trousers, a black pullover, and a gray cashmere sport jacket. Anna and Ingrid collected him at Geneva Airport at half past three. They stopped at an office supplies store long enough for Gabriel to purchase a retractable utility knife, then headed for the Freeport.
“You’re not fooling anyone in that ridiculous man-in-black outfit,” said Anna. “You can be sure that Monsieur Ricard will know exactly who you are the minute you walk into his gallery.”
“Which will make the proceedings go much more smoothly.”
“You’re not going to strike him, are you?” Anna looked at Ingrid and whispered, “He can be quite violent when he loses his temper.”
“I find that difficult to believe.”
“You don’t know him as well as I do. At least I hope not.”
“She doesn’t,” interjected Gabriel.
“I’m relieved. After all, she’s still a child.”
“But hardly an innocent.”
“Yes,” said Anna. “Ingrid told me all about her lifelong struggle with impulse control.”
“And you, of course, reciprocated with a tragic tale of your own.”
“How did you guess?”
Anna’s driver parked outside the office block at the southern end of the Freeport, and Gabriel and Ingrid followed her into the lobby. The guard at the security desk consulted a clipboard, saw that Madame Rolfe and her party were expected at 4:00 p.m., and directed them to the lift. Upstairs on the third floor, Ingrid pressed the intercom button next to the entrance of Galerie Ricard but received no response. Anna gave it a try and met with the same result.
