Chapter 91

“A few times,” I said. “It’s run by Gary ward .”

“Apparently, he hands out those rings to his regulars.”

“And who the fuck did this one belong to?” I asked.

“You’ll have to ask him yourself,” he told me. “Even I can’t break into his systems to get that. I can get you his phone number, though.”

I remained silent while I considered that. The Ward Ward House is an underground organization in Philadelphia that specializes in black market art and antiquities. Though I’ve never had any dealings with the Gary , I know my uncle did. The question is, were they on civil terms?

“Do that,” I said. If only Gary Ward can give me the information I need about the owner of the ring, then I have no choice but to ask nicely. Or at least, start off that way.

As it turns out, Uncle Gustavo did have a good relationship with Gary Ward . Though that shouldn’t surprise me. He was a man who earned respect.

Arran agreed to meet me at Vino, a restaurant in Philadelphia.

When I arrive that evening at nine sharp