Neal didn't like guns, never had and probably won't ever like them. Nevertheless, he was a good shot, more than able to handle a weapon well. Holding a gun made him feel uncomfortable though. Some people felt powerful with a weapon in their hands. Neal felt always uncomfortable with it.

However, sitting at the wrong end of a gun, whilst starring at the barrel pointed to his chest, made him dislike guns even more.

While keeping his cool appearance Caffrey tried to figure out how this evening has gone south so fast. Everything had started off well...

Moz had caused a little security incident at the 'Harlem Shelter For Kids'... An obviously freaky person had turned up at the shelter to demand an audience with the Governor of Panama. He had tried to storm upstairs to the administrative wing of the building. It was impossible to convince him this was not the palace to the government of Panama. Glenda had been called and tried her best to talk the guest into leaving. Even after extensive negotiations he hadn't been willing to go, but rather referred to the Robles–Johnson treaty and his vindicated rights to speak to the Governor himself. Just moments before the police arrived the person had disappeared through the back door.

Mozzie had spent all afternoon on his disguise so that Glenda would not recognize him as the security consultant whom she has met only a few days ago. Even Neal had been impressed by his friend's transformation.

That part of their scheme had went according to plan. Glenda was staying late to check the building with two police officers in order to ensure this had not been a smoke screen for a break-in attempt. Eventually, she stayed on to calm down the staff.

Caffrey had been equipped with a wireless video and audio recording device. The camera had been placed in the button of his jacket. The signal was transmitted to a receiver hidden in a car parked across the street.

Neal had felt quite confident on his way to see Geoff - knowing that all the necessary preparations went well. He had brought a huge portfolio with sketches from the Graffiti project as an excuse to see Glenda.

The con man had feigned surprise on learning that she wasn't at home yet, but accepted Geoff's invitation to come in and wait for her return. They had gone to the study, shared even a glass of wine while chitchatting.

Neal was wondering now if he had directed the small talk too fast to art topics, or whether the knowledge he had demonstrated about the case of the forged Vermeer had given him away. Admitting to knowing Glenda's sister Beth had been a talented painter – well, that has definitely been a mistake.

Geoff had suddenly eyed him very suspiciously. His voice had sounded cold and biting. 'I wasn't aware that you knew about Queenie. Have you met her somewhere?'

Caffrey had wanted to kick himself. How could he be so out of practice? Mozzie would give him a good telling of for that rookie mistake later on. However, he had tried to save the situation. 'Not at all, your wife told me about her incredibly talented sister when I was here. Must have been before you arrived that evening...'

Geoff had shaken his head. 'No. No, I don't think so. Glenda doesn't talk about her sister to strangers without good reason. Give it another shot! I'm all ears.'

Neal had tried to bluff it out. 'I'm a priest. You wouldn't believe how many people trust me instinctively and share secrets they usually bottle up. That comes with the job.'

But the old man hadn't been convinced. 'What do you know about the Vermeer? Let's talk shop!'

Caffrey had noticed himself how evasive he sounded. He was wriggling for an answer. This interview didn't go as expected. He decided to call it quits.

When he was getting out of his chair Geoff stopped him. 'Not so fast. I don't think you wanna leave right now. We should bring our chat to a satisfactory conclusion first. Sit down!'

Up next he addressed his his PA. 'George, please lock the door.'

The sound of the key turning in the door sounded to Neal doom-laden. But he had talked his way out of much more desolate situations before. Therefore, this was no reason to grow desperate.

Of course, that was before Geoff had opened the top drawer to take out a Derringer 357 Magnum and level the weapon at Neal.

No, he didn't like guns at all. Right now, he wished he had listened to Peter's advice for once. Unfortunately, the FBI agent was enjoying a romantic dinner with his wife at a mediocre Italian restaurant downtown. Mozzie was not supposed to turn up for at least another hour.

He was on his own and was wondering if a fake priest could hope for a miracle.