“What’s taking you so long?” she hissed and Mark muttered something obscene in response. We got to the window and looked around quickly to make sure nobody was watching, then he helped me climb through, out onto a back porch facing the rear lawn.
“How do you know your way around Paul Gerard’s house so well?” I asked suspiciously, as Mark came through the window behind me.
“There’s no time for that now,” she answered. “He’s supposed to be making a speech soon, so he should be in the main hall, but we can’t take any chances. Come on.”
She took off, moving quickly again. It was dark out and I could just barely see her up ahead. Thankfully, there was nobody else in sight. She stopped and reached into her bag pulling something out. A moment later, a door swung open.
“Hurry,” she said quietly. Mark and I caught up and followed her into a small room that looked like it was used for storage. She went to another door, and opening it a crack, peeked through. Then she turned and signaled for us to follow. The door led to a long hallway, and Caitlin stealthily went directly to a door on the right, once again, opening it a crack and peeking inside, and then signaling for us to follow.
We entered a large room with a high ceiling. There was enough light coming in from outside to see that the walls were lined with books. Caitlin headed for a small alcove in the back of the room. It was darker in there, and I could barely see anything, but she reached into her bag again and took out a little flashlight.
“Okay, this is starting to feel not quite legal,” Mark said in a tense voice. “In fact, it started to feel not quite legal way back there.”
“Shh! Not so loud, Mike. We’re not going to take anything.”
She approached the back wall of the alcove and shined the light on a painting hanging there. I walked over and stared at it with fascination. It was a portrait of an elderly woman, holding an empty bowl and it was beautifully rendered. The woman’s expression was so vivid that she looked like she was made of flesh and blood. I could even see the fine blue line of a vein under her thin skin.
I examined the painting as carefully as I could from my position, the brush strokes, the color palate… It certainly looked like a Reynolds, and not just any Reynolds, but one of the best I had ever seen. This painting was a contemporary masterpiece.
“Unbelievable,” I mumbled with awe.
“See, what I mean,” Caitlin asked triumphantly. “You recognize it, don’t you?”
“It definitely looks like your grandfather’s work,” I answered. “I’ve never seen this painting before, though.”
“Nobody has but me and the people who stole it.”
“You saw it before it was stolen? You could identify it?” I asked.
“Yes. And this is it. I’m positive. I remember seeing it in his studio.”
“Maybe Paul didn’t know.” Even I didn’t believe what I was saying. How could a collector not know that a painting he owned was a missing masterpiece?
“Of course he knew, Beth! He was involved. He had to be.”
“How did you get the key to get in?” Mark asked suddenly.
“What difference does it make?” Caitlin asked. Suddenly, we heard a noise that sounded like someone talking just outside the door to the study. “We have to get out of here!”
She immediately took off for another window. Not having much choice, Mark and I followed. She opened it quickly and climbed through with us right behind her. As soon as we were on the porch, she pulled it closed and we all headed off in the dark.
Chapter Ten
Mark
Caitlin took off through the dark and Beth and I followed her. It was obvious, again, that she knew her way around more than the average party guest. When we got to the window where we had originally entered I confronted her.
“Okay, look,” I said, feeling very annoyed. “If that painting really is stolen, then your only choice is to go to the police and report it. Although, I think they’re probably going to want to know how you got a key to this place too.”
“If I go to the police something very bad could happen to me. If you guys can’t help me, I’ll just have to figure out some other way.” Then she opened the window and started to climb back through. “Are you coming or not?”
“We’ll walk around to the front, and go through the door like normal people if you don’t mind,” I said taking Beth’s hand and leading her off through the darkness.
“Mark,” Beth said when we got some distance away, “Do you think she’s right and Gerard was involved somehow with the theft?” I stopped walking and faced her. We were standing under a tree filled with lights, so I could see her expression and she looked concerned.