Closing the door behind him, Theo took a seat in one of the proffered chairs, setting the files down on the other one. He retrieved a notepad and pencil from within his jacket before he turned to a page. “As you must have heard,” he started, his gaze dropping down to the notes, “DePalma and Kennedy were out on a supply run the day of their murders. I’d recently stumbled on a pretty much interesting fact.”
His eyes flickered up at him, a cordial smile still in place. “The girls have been collecting art,” he continued, settling back against his chair, “Priceless art, too. Paintings, sculptures, artifacts from museums. I’d heard from a witness that they were looking for Rembrandt’s The Standard-Bearer, which belonged to the late chief of surgery here at the hospital, Dr. Michael Marcantonio. I was wondering if you could provide me with any information you might have on him. I'd greatly appreciate it.”