Leona thanked the police officers one last time as they escorted Sandra Botticelli out in handcuffs.
“How on earth did you work it out?” Leona exclaimed.
“It was simple,” Hal admitted. “This is a small gallery and Frida didn’t have any statues in her exhibition. When Sandra told me she was admiring a sculpture I knew she must be lying.”
Leona shook her head. “I’m just so disappointed. I never thought she would stoop so low.”
“I’ve found that people are always surprising,” he agreed, “often in the worst of ways.”
Hal picked up his coat and walked outside with Leona.
“Sometimes criminals don’t think they’ve done anything wrong,” he added. “In the end they always get the picture, though.”