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That had been six long months ago.
Mort had separated from his wife and now his life had become one long road trip.
He lived in New York but... it had been a while since he had actually set foot in the town.
Amy had taken the house and he was doing so much traveling he hadn't bought a new one. He had basically left every possession he had with Amy, save for his dog. Chico was his best friend even though he rarely had time to see him.
Mort Corso was a book appraiser and a book appraiser's job consisted of traveling. Lots of traveling. He would go from country to country, inspecting various collections that belonged to rich, arrogant, stuck-up collectors.
Mort was a very famous book appraiser, though. He specialized in his work, and not only that, he was one of the best of it's kind. And that was why so many called upon his great skill.
Mort didn't like the traveling. But who cared what Mort liked or didn't like. All that mattered was the money. At least that was what Mort thought of the whole thing. Traveling meant doing his job and doing his job meant cold hard cash. And who was to argue with that? Certainly not Mort Corso.