“In the director’s office. Looking at the bare branches through the window, and talking to Richards, the director.
“I am sympathetic, Mr. Spenser, and I appreciate the integrity of returning our chec...k because you felt you hadn’t done the job well enough.”
“I’m hired to protect a guy and he gets killed,” I said. “How much worse could I have done it?”
“Several of the policemen we’ve talked with said there was nothing you could have done, given the setup.”
“I could have prevented him from walking into the setup,” I said.
Richards nodded and smiled.
“What can I do for you?” he said.
“Have you ever had any requests to sell Lady with a Finch?”
“Recently?” he said.
“Ever?” I said.
“Oh, of course. There are private collectors who are quite passionate in their desire for one or another piece of art.”
“Do you have a record of the offers,” I said.
“We probably have a file somewhere,” Richards said. “I can’t really say.”
“Is there someone who could say?”MoreLessShow More Show Less