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your game face on. The man is a shark.”
    “Call me Max.” He appeared around forty. “Don’t pay attention to Ken. I never do.”
    “Peter Decker. Thanks for coming down.”
    Sobel said, “Are you a police officer or a police detective or . . .”
    “I’m whatever the department needs. This is my partner, Detective Tyler McAdams.”
    More handshakes. Then Sobel turned to Isaiah Pellman who was trying to disappear in nonexistent shadows. “What the hell happened, Isaiah?”
    “Just like I told you, sir. The key didn’t work.”
    “When was the last time you tried it?” Sobel asked.
    “Last Tuesday. It worked fine.”
    “So what happened?”
    “I don’t know, sir.”
    Decker said, “Let me give you a recap of where McAdams and I came in and why I asked you to come down.”
    Sobel said, “I know why you asked me down. You told me that over the phone.”
    Stewart said, “Let the man finish.”
    “Be brief,” Sobel said. “I’ve got a dinner engagement and it’s a three-hour drive.”
    “It’s ten in the morning, Ken.”
    “You know how brutal traffic can be.”
    Decker gave a quick summary of the events of Friday night while McAdams rocked on his feet, no doubt feeling superfluous. At the end, Decker turned to McAdams and said, “Anything you’d like to add?”
    “Not a whit.”
    Decker turned to Pellman. “We’re going to need that ladder again. Mr. Stewart will need to look at the panels up close.”
    Stewart said, “You want me to climb up a ladder?”
    Sobel said, “It’s not that hard, Max. One foot over the other.”
    “I’m wearing leather-soled shoes.” He turned to his father-in-law. “If I break my leg, you explain it to Natalie.”
    “I’ll catch you if you fall.”
    “I’d take them down for you,” Decker said, “but I don’t want to screw anything up.”
    “It’s fine.” Max was clearly peeved. “If I had known I had to climb up, I would have worn sneakers. I really do think the old man likes to see me sweat.”
    “Been there, done that,” McAdams muttered.
    “That’s enough out of you, Harvard,” Decker said.
    Stewart said, “You went to Harvard?”
    “Graduated two years ago.”
    “What house?”
    “Cabot. And you?”
    “Lowell.”
    The two men started playing name game despite a decade of life between them. If McAdams was good for anything, it was building rapport with the Ivy League elite with second homes in the smaller towns along the Hudson. But that did nothing to endear him to the regular working stiffs of the town.
    Pellman came back with a ladder and his flashlight. He descended the five steps into the crypt and unlocked the door. Everyone crowded inside. Decker turned on Pellman’s flashlight although there was plenty of sunshine coming through the windows along with bursts of iridescence coming from the stained glass.
    Stewart looked upward. “Could you shine the light on that one?” Decker illuminated the autumn panel. Max said, “I can already tell that it’s a reproduction. Good glass, lousy work.”
    Sobel swore under his breath. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.”
    “How can you tell?”
    “Ken, how can you tell when it’s time to dump stocks? It’s my business.”
    He waved off his son-in-law and then started pacing. “Goddamnit, how did this happen?”
    “What about the others?” McAdams asked Stewart. “What do you think?”
    Sobel suddenly remembered there were three more panels to evaluate. “Yeah, what about the others, Max?”
    “Could I have the light?” Stewart asked.
    “Sure.” Decker handed him the battery pack.
    The dealer studied each panel, and then he said, “Okay. To my eye, summer is also a fake. The other two . . . I’m going to have to climb up and take a closer look.”
    Sobel continued to swear and mutter to himself as Decker and McAdams balanced the ladder against the wall, going as close as they could to the window containing winter. Stewart shook his head then scaled the risers. When he was eye