When Gideon walked into the gallery, a woman came over, asking if she could help him. He asked for Lee Phillips, and she pointed to a man at a desk at the back of the room.
Once he’d introduced himself to Phillips, as Jack Carlson from the BLM, he got down to business.
“I don’t know if you’re aware, but two of the men who looted the dig you worked on with Dr. Newell have been apprehended.” He watched Phillips carefully as he said that. The man’s reaction was what it should have been—interested and relieved.
“Have you found the stolen artifacts?” Phillips asked.
“Yes. Most of them. A few are still missing—ones that were taken by the third man in the gang. Unfortunately, his partners murdered him while attempting to find out what he’d done with them.”