On top of Neal's table, covered with blueprints and any kind of information they had found about the planetarium and the book-in-a-box, stood a model of their target.

Mozzie walked back and forth.

"We just need to flip a few pages of a book," he said. "That sounds simple enough. Seems completely possible. Yet if I'm reading this correctly," he gestured to the paperwork, "it's completely impossible."

Neal stared at the screen of his laptop but not at their common treasure but at Savannah. They were down to three hours now.

"This is a centuries-old book written to a man's dead twin brother," he said. "Donated by an equally eccentric, recently deceased modern-day Howard Hughes as part of a posthumous treasure hunt. There's nothing simple about this one."

He rose, in need of a good idea.

"How about a cannonball?" Moz asked.

"No. That's too many people. This place is nearly empty during the day. They only have two employees."

"We could do the lazy Susan."

"I like what you're thinking, but I don't want the sprinkler system running, not when we might have to expose the manuscript."

"This uses an eagle-one alarm system," Mozzie said, looking at one of the papers.

"So does the rest of the planetarium." Neal frowned. It felt like they had something worthwhile.

"That means there's a single access code for every keypad in the whole place. Blind man's bluff. That could work."

It sure could. He smiled.

"We're gonna need a dog." And they both knew where to find it.

"How're you gonna get there in time?"

"Cab." He grabbed his jacket.

"But—"

"I'm working. That means Peter's on the watch. He knows, and he can always call me."

They were down the stairs and out on the sidewalk. Neal waved for a cab.

"Shouldn't you call the Suit? Just to make sure?"

"I'll not go back to prison for taking a cab, Moz."

The car stopped by the sidewalk. Neal opened the door and got in.

"You know how many germs there are on those seats?"

So that was what this was all about. Neal stared at his friend.

"Moz… Savannah, remember?"

Mozzie took a deep breath and sat down beside him. Neal gave the driver the address.

"We'll pick up a dog," he told him. "Will that be okay with you?"

"I've got a dog seatbelt in the trunk," the driver grinned. "He can even sit in the front seat."

They stopped by Peter's house and rang the doorbell. He heard the sounds of movements and the door open.

"Mozzie. Neal." Elizabeth stepped aside as they walked in without being asked. She smiled a bit awkwardly. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Is Satchmo free this afternoon?" Neal asked.

"Does Peter know about this?"

"Not yet, but feel free to call him. It's for saving a kidnapped girl."

She frowned. She brought out her phone and called.

"Hey, hon, Neal, and Mozzie are here and want to borrow Satchmo… For saving a kidnapped girl… Okay. I'll tell them that, bye, hon." Elizabeth looked at them. "You can take him, but Peter tells you to keep him and yourself out of trouble. He has no time to come and clear things up."

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Suit." Moz took Satchmo's leach, and they returned to the cab. The planetarium was next.

Neal moved inside and found the staff rooms, where he found suitable clothing for an employee. He glanced at the name tag. 'Sam.'

He moved out to the entry hall. Mozzie was already there, acting as blind, with Satchmo as his guide dog. Neal glanced at Felix. No customers were at the desk, and the man took care of the paperwork.

Neal took a walk around the room. When he got to Felix's booth, he dropped some of Satchmo's favorite snacks through the hole in the glass into the booth. Then a few outside the door to the booth.

He passed Mozzie and mumbled:

"You're on."

He continued to the staircase up to where the book was and turned the sign to 'closed'.

"Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately, the Tycho Brahe exhibit's gonna be closed for the rest of the afternoon. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you. Uh, if you'd like, our next screening of 'Across the galaxy' starts in our theater in five minutes. You don't want to miss it. Thank you so much."

When people moved towards the theater, he jogged up the stairs. Soon Felix would move out of his booth to take care of the viewers in the planetarium and start the show. Then Mozzie would let go of Satchmo, who would search for that wonderful candy and slip into the office. And the way to open that door was by code, which Felix would have to use to get the dog out.

"I— I lost my dog," he heard Mozzie downstairs.

Neal unrolled his package of tools besides the glass case with the book. His phone buzzed, and he saw the text from Moz. 'Code is 48372'. He grinned and lay down on the floor under the case.

"All right." He took a deep breath and pulled the gloves on. He pushed the code on the panel, hiding the electronics guiding the page-turner. It beeped, and the panel opened.

Looked simple enough. There was even a display telling which page was on display: 257. He unscrewed two wires and connected them. He heard the machinery flip to the next page, and the display switched to 258. Okay. Just fifteen pages left.

"Satchmo, go sit. Sit. Good boy." Mozzie arrived. "So, D.C. Art Crimes, any new info?"

"That rookie agent's in town till tomorrow. She doesn't know who I am."

"The old traveling salesman," Mozzie suggested.

"Yeah. Good idea," Neal agreed. His display showed 272. "All right. How are we looking up there?" Mozzie looked down at the book. Neal connected the wires and a page was turned. Or was it two?

"You missed it. We need page 273."

Neal stared at the display. It said 274.

"Yeah. I know. It's the first time it skipped."

"Can you make it reverse?"

"Hold on." He unscrewed another cable. The page-turner moved. Twice.

"Okay, seriously?" Mozzie whined as the page they were looking for once again was skipped.

"What, you want to come down and give it a go, Bob Vila? Bring it." It could not be a coincidence that it skipped that particular page twice.

Mozzie's phone rang.

"Oh, good news."

"What?"

"I'm gonna fence the Degas tonight."

"Yeah. That's great news, Moz. But can we handle the book, please? We don't have time."

Mozzie knelt and looked into the electronics.

"Oh. We need to cut a hole."

"Yeah," Neal agreed. "Just big enough for the pointer to turn the page. And we can seal it with a polymer filament." Mozzie unrolled his package of tools. "Please tell me you brought a polymer filament." Mozzie held two tubes. "My favorite brand." He crawled out under the case. "Are you ready?"

"Yep. If this doesn't work, we blame the dog."

Mozzie started the drill. It ate its way through the glass.

The very moment it was through, there was a hiss as the air passed inside, and the pages started to crumble.

Within less than a minute, the book was gone in a cloud of smoke. All that remained was the covers with a pile of dust on top of it.

They both stared at this.

How was he going to explain this to Peter? Of course, the book was a fake, behaving like this, but the vital page to find the will was gone, no matter origin.

"Bad dog!" Mozzie told Satchmo.

Neal brought out his phone.

"Peter, I know you said you don't have time to—"

"What have you done now, Neal?"

"Could you just send an agent over to the Planetarium, please? I'll explain later."

He heard Peter huff on the other side. Then:

"Diana! Go down to the Planetarium and get Neal and his friend out in one piece if possible, will you?" Then Peter was back on the phone. "I've sent Diana."

"Yeah. I heard. Thank you." Neal heard steps and saw Felix staring at them and the glass case. "Could you ask her to hurry?"

"We've zeroed in on a man named Brett Gelles," Diana said. "He comes by every year to update Roland's security system."

"Tech-savvy," Jones added and handed him a file. "Has a relationship with Savannah."

"Tells her he's the guy who keeps her safe," Diana said.

"We did a financial work-up," Jones said. "His business is all dried up."

Peter read the info in the file.

"Serious credit problems," he noted. "Have we located him?"

"He's not at home," Diana said. "We have a team searching his place now. No sign of anything."

Peter looked at the image of Savannah on the screen. Less two and a half hours left. Even if Neal could find the clues, and bring them the right will. Would it help? And what were he and his friend going to do with Satchmo? He pushed the thoughts aside.

"That's not his home," he realized. "He doesn't have an office. Where is he keeping her?"

"Somewhere she feels comfortable," Diana said.

"And he feels secure enough to leave her alone."

"What about a hotel?" Jones asked.

"No. Too conspicuous. Get me a list of all the places he's done security on."

"Ah, you think he's camping out at one of his clients' homes." Jones sat down by his computer.

"Find out if any of them are out of town."

Fifteen minutes later, Jones and Diana walked into his office.

"What do we have?"

"We have Gelles having installed 22 home-security systems," Jones said.

"Four of those homeowners are on vacation," Diana said. "Should we move in on them?"

"Very carefully," Peter emphasized. "Send a team to sit on these places. Look, he's not hurting her, so I don't want a force this into a hostage situation. But let me know if there's so much as a flicker inside."

Five minutes later, Peter's phone rang. It was from Neal.

"Got something?" he asked.

"Peter, I know you said you don't have time to—"

"What have you done now, Neal?"