“In return, I won’t ruin him. Fair trade.”
Whitney stood up. “You belong in here, Gerald.” whitney st john cambro
“Collects things.”
“Of course he will. But the Art Newspaper loves a good Nazi-era restitution story. And I’ve already sent a copy to the FBI’s Art Crime Team, Interpol, and a journalist named Emma Lund, who won a Pulitzer last year for exactly this sort of thing.” “In return, I won’t ruin him
Albrecht closed the folder. “What do you want?” and a journalist named Emma Lund
Whitney read it twice, then placed it in the steam from her espresso machine until the ink blurred into a Rorschach of threat.
Albrecht stood. He was, Whitney noticed, very good at not showing what he felt. “You’re a dangerous woman, Mrs. St. John-Cambro.”