Searching for Edgar's Five Dancers by Efren O'Brien

Author:Efren O'Brien
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 2019-08-19T12:43:22+00:00

Chapter XXXII

Quinn had always followed his instincts as a detective. Now his instincts led him to the two suspicious art dealers he knew. Laszlo Tibor’s story about Kruger made sense, but so did Joel Finebaum’s. It was possible that they could both be telling the truth. But why would two foreign art dealers be spending their time in Santa Fe, if there wasn’t some prize to make their efforts here worthwhile? And then it occurred to Quinn that Marika Kraus and Laszlo Tibor may not be the art dealers they claimed to be. Quinn knew it wouldn’t be long before Detective Huff would put two and two together and begin looking at both of them.

Quinn called a meeting with both of them at Tibor’s hotel suite. “Alright, I asked both of you to meet me here for one reason,” Quinn said to Marika and Laszlo Tibor. “What the hell is going on in this town?” he asked. “The man who was supposedly from Holland wasn’t Dutch and is found dead shot to death in the alleyway behind an art gallery. You two are supposedly art dealers, but is that who you really are? We haven’t seen violence and a murder up here like this in many years. It’s too much of a coincidence. You know more than you’ve told me. Tell me what’s going on and maybe I can keep the police and FBI away,” he demanded. “Otherwise, I’m afraid either the FBI or Detective Frank Huff will be breathing down your necks in a week or so,” Quinn said.

Laszlo seemed as if he might say something to Quinn, but then he turned and looked at Marika…“You harlot!” yelled Laszlo. She answered right back, “Old swine!” Quinn wasn’t sure whether or not to intervene at this particular moment.

“You’re the perfect spy,” said Laszlo. “Underhanded and slippery as an eel! Have you ever told the truth in your entire life?” he asked.

“Your people will be under our domination very soon! Then we’ll crush you like the cockroaches you are!” she replied.

Quinn thought he should say something as this argument was getting nastier by the second. “You two…screaming at each other isn’t gonna solve your problem,” as he pointed at Laszlo, “or your problem,” as he pointed at Marika.

“You’ve done this to me before…I know you’re hiding my paintings!” yelled Laszlo, pointing at her.

“I don’t have your stupid paintings, you old fool!” retorted Marika. “Someone’s playing both of us…can’t you see that?” she said.

Laszlo drew a pistol and pointed it at her. “Tell me where the paintings are, you Nazi!” he yelled.

“I don’t know anything about them, but even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you…just to see you squirm, old man!” she yelled.

“Are you trying to get us all thrown in jail…?” yelled Quinn. “Put that away, Tibor…” he yelled as he went to grab the gun from Laszlo, pushing the older man’s arm downward, then taking the gun away from him.

“Berndt Kruger was your contact. He brought those paintings in for you!” Tibor yelled.

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