“Okay, so we’ve got a driver’s license made out to Alphonse Marchetti. A membership card for some club in Washington, D.C., signed by Alphonse Marchetti. The Society of American Magicians membership card, signed by society president Houdini for member Alphonse Marchetti. And some kind of business card thing, with a picture of Magician Alphonse Marchetti and the Marchetti Bird. I don’t see that there’s any doubt that it’s his wallet.” Laurie didn’t move; she just sat slumped in the chair, glaring at Bud’s card arrangement. “Okay, fine, but she could have stolen it. Didn’t LeFranco say she’s a thief? Maybe she was a notorious pickpocket.” Laurie wasn’t willing to give in yet. She knew what it was like to be framed. If Betty Abernathy had had her way when they found the treasure, she and Bud would be sitting in jail cells right now. Bud threw up his hands in disgust, almost smacking Misti in the head by mistake. He stood up. “You talk to her, Misti. She’s not listening to me.”
