"Yeah."
"Where are you? Right this minute?"
"You don't get to ask me questions like that, Maggie," Eliot growled.
"I'm asking. Answer me."
"No."
"Eliot." There was a long pause. "That was abrupt and … rude. May I ask what city you are in now?"
"Boston. Why?"
She sighed. "A Rembrandt was stolen off the wall of a gallery in California, in broad daylight. A guy just walked in and took it off the wall and walked out."
"And your first thought was me. Thanks." He cut off the call and didn't answer when it rang again.