Prey #17 - Invisible Prey by John Sandford

Author:John Sandford [Sandford, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, Thriller, Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Mystery Fiction, Thrillers, Large Type Books, Fiction - Espionage, Private Investigators, Police Procedural, Minneapolis (Minn.), Minnesota, Minneapolis, Private investigators - Minnesota - Minneapolis, Davenport; Lucas (Fictitious character)
ISBN: 9780399154218
Publisher: G.P. Putnam's Sons
Published: 2011-06-30T22:07:26+00:00

"If you want her to be."

"Tell her to call me," Lucas said.

He walked out in the hall where the Widdlers seemed to be packing up. "All done?"

"Until the auction," Jane Widdler said. She rubbed her hands. "We'll do well off this, thanks to you police officers."

"We now know every piece in the house," Leslie Widdler explained. "We'll work as stand-ins for out-of-state dealers who can't make it."

"And take a commission," Jane Widdler said. "The family wants to have the auction pretty quickly, after they each take a couple of pieces out... This will be fun."

"Hmm," Lucas said. "My wife is interested in antiques."

"She works for the state as well?" Leslie Widdler asked.

Lucas realized that Widdler was asking about income. "No. She's a plastic and microsurgeon over at Hennepin General."

"Well, for pete's sake, Lucas, we're always trying to track down people like that.

Give her our card," Jane Widdler said, and dug a card out of her purse and passed it over. "We'll talk to her anytime. Antiques can be great investments."

"Thanks." Lucas slipped the card in his shirt pocket. "Listen, did you see any paper at all on the quilts upstairs? Receipts, descriptions, anything? All these places ... I don't know about Toms ..."

His cell phone rang and he said, "Excuse me ..." and stepped away. Sandy. "Listen, Sandy, I want you to track down the Toms relatives, whoever inherited, and ask them if Toms had any quilts in the place. Especially, collector quilts. Okay? Okay."

He hung up and went back to the Widdlers. "These murders I'm looking at, there seems to be a quilt thread ... Is that a joke? ... Anyway, there seems to be a quilt thing running through them."

Leslie Widdler was shaking his head. "We didn't see anything like that. Receipts.

And those quilts upstairs, they're not exactly collector quilts ... I mean, they're collected, but they're not antiques. They're worth six hundred to a thousand dollars each. If you see a place that says "Amish Shop,' you can get a quilt just like them. Traditional designs, but modern, and machine-pieced and quilted."

"Huh. So those aren't too valuable."

Leslie Widdler shook his head. "There's a jug in the china cabinet in the music room that's worth ten times all the quilts put together."

Lucas nodded. "All right. Listen. Thanks for your help, guys. And thanks for those sticky buns, Les. Sorta made my morning."

Out of the house, Leslie Widdler said, "We've got to take him out of it."

"God, we may have overstepped," Jane said. "If we could only go back."

"Can't go back," Leslie said.

"If they look into the Armstrong quilts, they'll find receipts, they'll find people who remember stuff ... I don't know if they can do it, but they might find out that Coombs didn't get all the money she should have. Once they get on that trail-it'd be hard, but they might trace it on to us."

"It's been a long time," Leslie said.

"Paperwork sticks around. And not only paperwork-there's that sewing basket. If Jackson White still has a receipt, or a memory, he could put us in prison.

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