She and Ari had bought the house when they moved from Chicago to Santa Teresa, California. She might have blamed herself for the oversight, but why on earth would anyone expect to find a priceless painting in such homely company? Unfortunately, the painting was currently in the basement of the house that was now solely in Ari’s name, where it had sat for years, unrecognized and unappreciated. What other choice did she have? She believed it was a Turner-a possibility she couldn’t confirm unless she shipped it to the Tate in London, where the Turner scholars, Evelyn Joll and Martin Butlin in particular, could make a judgment about its authenticity.
Teddy Xanakis would have to steal the painting.
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