The painting is exhibited in European paintings department and … - Peter was explaining the case intently when he saw his CI enter the room – this is the second time you are late today, Neal.

Yes, sir – Neal saluted so strictly and formally that most of the agents smirked.

The smell of fresh donuts filled the hall and the explanations about Renoir were left in the background.

Neal, tell us about In the Meadow - Peter ordered.

N: Now?

The special agent turned his eyes towards his colleagues. It was obvious that delicious donuts, brought by the consultant, attracted more attention than Renoir, at least for now.

Neal, I've told you not to come… – Mozzie opened the door - du..ring the day. Hi, Kate.

Hi, Moz – she silently said- May I come in?

It was cozy inside. Maps of the world- famous museums and galleries were lying on the table. Forgeries of masterpieces, such as Mona Liza or Sistine Chapel's fragments, were mixed with quickly scratched sketches and created some kind of artistic mess.

Mozzie gave her a glass of wine.

M: Explain.

His voice was direct and asking.

K: To explain what?
M: What are you doing here?

K: Neal, wouldn't … ask me such a question.

M: Because he is afraid.

K: Of?

She raised eyebrows.

M: Destroying his illusions about you loving him

K: But I …

Kate was about to begin defending herself but Mozzie's gesture with hand made her continue the story.

K: Well … I need some help.

M: Obviously

This sarcastic note offended Kate but if she wanted help, she would save the retort for herself. She told him about Renoir in a few words. She was thankful that the short man didn't want to know all details.

M: And Then?
K: What then?
M: After Neal steals the painting for you

K: I'll get documents and travel somewhere in Europe

M: You are good at it.

K: Good at what?
M: Leaving Neal when he needs you

Kate's heart sank but she didn't know what worried her more: Neal's feelings or her hurt pride.

K: If you was Neal's friend you wouldn't tell him about the warehouse where I was.

Her voice was as cold as her eyes were.

M: If you loved Neal, you wouldn't have dealt with the feds. You wouldn't have given him up.

This small man knew more than Kate had never suggested.

Their silent war had begun since their first meet. The exchanged comments and biting remarks made them look like vultures fighting for the single dead body in a hot desert.

* K - Kate

* M- Mozzie

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