Phillipe glanced at Mark before he spoke. "It was a foolish hope, and now I've put you in terrible danger. Jacques is more powerful than you could ever guess. Oh, Jessi, I'm truly sorry..." The look on his face was one of pure sadness.
Mark winced when he heard his pet name for Jessica used by another man, but said nothing.
Phillipe continued. "I think you've guessed by now that I was heavily indebted to some drug dealers. I had run out of excuses for needing money, and felt I could no longer ask Mother and Father for such huge sums. My tuition was paid, and I had closets full of clothes. If I'd sold my car, it would have been a pittance, of no more value than a tear used to raise the level of the ocean. I was to pay or die."
"Jacques had earned the trust of the dealers and had paid some lackeys to smuggle drugs from Colombia. When we faked my death, I went to the South of France, and bit by bit, Jacques became more powerful than any of my former enemies. They are gone, and he is the most powerful drug lord in Quebec. But his greed has no boundaries. He knows a private collector who would give anything for a lost Monet."
The darkness under Phillipe's eyes added ten years to the thirty-one he had lived. It was obvious that his repentance was genuine. More gently, Jessica asked, "Why did your parents agree to all of this?"
"They didn't know the truth until DNA evidence was used to open several cases with questionable evidence. Mine was one of them. Jacques informed me, and I returned several months later with a story of needing time to "find myself." My parents were so glad to see me they believed it. Jessica, they are the real owners of the collection, despite what Jacques told you. Only if they die will we inherit it. I'm in fear for their lives, as well as yours."
"Mark, I think we need to inform Daniela what has been going on. Her legal background should help us now. Use a pay phone, please. And Phillipe, are you willing to tape what you have told us? We need documentation of all of this, in case of our deaths. I have failed to find the Monet because I've been looking in the wrong place. The bulk of the collection is not on display. Can you return separately about a half an hour before close tonight? There is supposed to be a thick fog. That will help you to come without being seen. Enter the museum and hide until the doors are locked. After the guard turns off the main lights, he will use the elevator to check each floor. Meet me at the steps leading to the basement. We'll find the Monet tonight. Please, both of you, be careful not to be seen." She looked at Mark with love in her eyes, but only pity and old memories for Phillipe.
Late that night, in the dim light of the closed museum, three figures started down the basement stairs.
Mark winced when he heard his pet name for Jessica used by another man, but said nothing.
Phillipe continued. "I think you've guessed by now that I was heavily indebted to some drug dealers. I had run out of excuses for needing money, and felt I could no longer ask Mother and Father for such huge sums. My tuition was paid, and I had closets full of clothes. If I'd sold my car, it would have been a pittance, of no more value than a tear used to raise the level of the ocean. I was to pay or die."
"Jacques had earned the trust of the dealers and had paid some lackeys to smuggle drugs from Colombia. When we faked my death, I went to the South of France, and bit by bit, Jacques became more powerful than any of my former enemies. They are gone, and he is the most powerful drug lord in Quebec. But his greed has no boundaries. He knows a private collector who would give anything for a lost Monet."
The darkness under Phillipe's eyes added ten years to the thirty-one he had lived. It was obvious that his repentance was genuine. More gently, Jessica asked, "Why did your parents agree to all of this?"
"They didn't know the truth until DNA evidence was used to open several cases with questionable evidence. Mine was one of them. Jacques informed me, and I returned several months later with a story of needing time to "find myself." My parents were so glad to see me they believed it. Jessica, they are the real owners of the collection, despite what Jacques told you. Only if they die will we inherit it. I'm in fear for their lives, as well as yours."
"Mark, I think we need to inform Daniela what has been going on. Her legal background should help us now. Use a pay phone, please. And Phillipe, are you willing to tape what you have told us? We need documentation of all of this, in case of our deaths. I have failed to find the Monet because I've been looking in the wrong place. The bulk of the collection is not on display. Can you return separately about a half an hour before close tonight? There is supposed to be a thick fog. That will help you to come without being seen. Enter the museum and hide until the doors are locked. After the guard turns off the main lights, he will use the elevator to check each floor. Meet me at the steps leading to the basement. We'll find the Monet tonight. Please, both of you, be careful not to be seen." She looked at Mark with love in her eyes, but only pity and old memories for Phillipe.
Late that night, in the dim light of the closed museum, three figures started down the basement stairs.