I certainly couldn’t tell her why I was currently panicking so hard. Because John had been released…which meant he knew he’d stolen a forgery of Poppy Flowers. And I’d bet that Mr. Grimaldi also knew. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together…that if the thief didn’t take the original Van Gogh worth $50 million, who did? Me. That’s who. Me and my elderly con-man neighbor. “Tris, what’s going on?” Katinka asked. I didn’t answer her. Then my intercom doorbell buzzed. I’m so screwed this time.
