Eventually, I got to the box with the light bulbs. Xxx What else could it have been? See? Ten bucks! He got her license number and called it in. The sign outside says, “Antiquities, Oddities, and Art From Around the Globe.” Some of my inventory fits that description, but a lot of it’s junk. “Main Street Rare Books,” a familiar voice answered. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Frank’s death was God preparing me for this.”
“Maybe. I finally shut the ringer off. Marge?”
“Your friend was a recovering alcoholic, wasn’t she?”
“Yes. I started to think I did too. How do you test the age of paper?”
“You could send it to the lab I use for non-destructive testing, but they’re expensive. Looks like a woman with a monkey sitting on her chest and a horse in the background.”
“You’re supposed to be the art dealer, Carl.”
“True, but you’re the one
