They had gone around in circles for hours. Did she know where the painting was? Why had Gorev kidnapped her? What did she know about the theft? Her hands hurt, her head ached and she was still without boots. A kindly police woman had given her a pair of heavy woollen socks. She poked her toe through the fabric of one of them and decided that she needed a pedicure. Beside her, Andy shifted in his chair. “Let me get this straight. You know that my … that Roz has nothing to do with the theft but she’s still a suspect?” Inspector Jelk sighed. “Unfortunately, she is the best lead we have at this time. Vadim Gorev and his accomplice are refusing to answer any questions. The other man involved in the theft was killed in the avalanche and we still have no idea where the painting is.” Andy leaned across the table. “If you have evidence against Roz, then charge her. Otherwise, we’re leaving.”
