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Автор: Kristin Hardy
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Blaze
Жанр произведения: Контркультура
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781472056580
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We don’t exactly get a lot of forwarding addresses around here.” The woman dragged a vacuum cleaner in from the cleaning cart.

      “Mind if I look in this?” Gwen asked, gesturing at the trash can.

      “As long as you’ve had your shots.” She jerked her head toward it. “A real pig, this guy. Nothing in the trash can if it could go on the floor.”

      Gwen poked gingerly through the refuse. Cigarette cartons, an empty toothbrush wrapper, a screwed-up McDonald’s bag that still held the scent of stale grease. Then her eyes widened. In the bottom of the bin were scraps of cardboard, the thin type that came on the back of a pad of paper.

      The type that could be used to make a stiff pocket for a stamp.

      She pulled some out of the waste bin, staring at Joss. In her eyes Gwen saw knowledge and acceptance.

      And a bright flare of anger.

      The woman picked up the bin. “Okay, you guys had your chance to look around. I got to get back to work.”

      Gwen nodded slowly. “So do we,” she said and turned toward the door. Her foot scuffed against something. An open matchbook. Clement Street Liquors, it said—the business next door to the stamp shop. She leaned down to pick it up.

      And glimpsed writing on the inside. Excitement pumped through her. Maybe it was nothing but maybe, just maybe…

      “What’s that?” the woman asked.

      “Matches.” Gwen held them up. “I could use some. All right with you?”

      “Sure, whatever.”

      “Thanks for letting us look around,” Gwen told her, already walking out. She didn’t say a word to Joss about it until they were outside, waited in fact until they were in the car. Hope formed a lump in her throat.

      “Jerry buys his cigarettes at Clement Street Liquors,” Joss told her.

      “Bought. Jerry’s long gone.”

      “The question is where?”

      Gwen opened up the matchbook and showed Joss the writing. “Maybe Rennie will know.” It was just a name and a phone number, but maybe it would lead them to a guy who’d know where to find Jerry. She dialed the number on her cell phone, her heart thudding.

      “Thank you for calling the Versailles Resort and Casino, can I help you?”

      Gwen blinked. “I’m looking for a guest named Rennie,” she said and spelled it out.

      “Last name?”

      Gwen hesitated. “I’m not sure. Try it as the last name.”

      Keys clicked in the background. “We have no guest under that name.”

      “Can you search under first names?”

      The operator’s voice turned cool. “No, ma’am.”

      “Okay, thank you.” Disappointment spread through Gwen, thick and heavy, as she hung up.

      Joss looked at her questioningly.

      “A hotel. They don’t have him listed.”

      “So much for our lead. What do we do now?”

      Gwen started the car. “We go home and call Stewart.”

      “YOU’RE MISSING WHAT?

      Saying the words aloud made them more real. “The Blue Mauritius. The red-orange one-penny Mauritius. More.” Her stomach muscles clenched.

      “Does Hugh know?”

      “Not yet. They’re on their trip for another twelve weeks. I don’t know what to do, Stewart.” The words spilled out, and for the first time since she’d opened the safe, tears threatened. “He could wind up losing everything, everything, and it’s all my fault.” It was a relief to let the panic out. Stewart would know what to do. Stewart would help her.

      If anyone could.

      “It’s okay, Gwennie. It’s going to be okay,” he soothed. “Hugh has them insured, so even if we can’t get them back, he’ll get replacement value.”

      “But he doesn’t,” she blurted.

      “What?” His cool disappeared.

      “The premiums went too high. He let the insurance lapse last year except the basic policy on the store. He put all the money into the business.” And his granddaughters were the weak link.

      Stewart cursed pungently. “Dammit, what was he thinking? Why the hell didn’t he have them in a safe-deposit box?”

      “You worked with him for ten years, Stewart. You know how stubborn he is.”

      “That’s no excuse for not having them protected, though. That was the first thing he taught me—protect the clients’ holdings and protect your own.”

      “It wasn’t just financial with him. He was a collector at heart.”

      Stewart let out a sigh. “I know. Come on, it’s still going to be okay. We’re talking about world-famous issues. They’re not going to be easy to unload, especially if your thief is someone who doesn’t know the stamp world.”

      “Oh, I have a good idea who the thief is,” she said grimly. “We hired on a new clerk, Jerry Messner, about a month ago. As near as I can tell, he’s bolted.”

      “Coincidence?”

      Gwen laughed without humor. “He had motive, he had opportunity. Security wasn’t compromised from the outside. You tell me.”

      “You called the police?”

      “Not yet.”

      “Good. Keep it that way for now. The last thing you need on this is publicity.”

      Gwen nodded. “That was my thinking. I’m hoping we can get them back before we have to tell anyone.”

      “Any ideas?”

      “Maybe. The prize issues aren’t the only stamps missing. There’s another twenty or thirty thousand in value gone from the store inventory. Common issues he can unload pretty easily, get himself some money to tide him over.”

      “Well, isn’t he a greedy little bastard,” Stewart said, an edge of helpless anger in his voice.

      “I put out a few feelers on the loop, asking if there’s any action out there with the low-cost issues. I’m keeping quiet on the high-value ones for now.”

      “Smart thinking.”

      “If it is, it’s the first smart thing I’ve done since Grampa left.”

      He sighed. “Don’t beat yourself up, Gwen. There’s no point. The thing to focus on is getting them back. I’ll tell you what, e-mail me a list of everything that’s gone. I’ll make a couple of quiet phone calls to a few people I trust, just to see if they’ve heard any word of some of the issues coming on the market.”

      “As soon as we hang up,” she promised, reaching over to switch on her computer. “And Stewart?”

      “Yeah?”

      “Thanks. I feel a lot better knowing we’ve got some help.”

      “It’s going to be okay, Gwen. Trust me on this.”

      And for a moment, as Gwen hung up the phone, she felt as if it actually would be.

      Joss stared at her as Gwen logged on to the Internet. “So, what did he say?”

      “He’s going to ask around, see if anything’s surfacing.” Gwen sent Stewart the file she and Joss had compiled earlier.

      “Is he going to tell people why he’s asking?”

      “Stewart