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descriptions,” Amy said, looking at the next sheet. “This is not good.” She stared at the photos on the paper. They were their real passport photos, so they had been taken a few years before. On the fax they were smudged and indistinct. One piece of luck, anyway. “This can’t be the only fax machine in this place. We’d better get out of here.”
    They jumped again when Amy’s cell phone vibrated. Amy pressed SPEAKER and Ian’s voice rang out.
    “Simple to translate,” he said. “Easier than homework. Back in 1932, somebody at the auction house made a list of potential buyers for the de Virga. Those four names that have the little crosses and notations next to them? They were the clients that had to be treated with kid gloves. Hummel was a professor but he had family money. Jane Sperling was a socialite from Chicago. Maubert was an art dealer — there’s an address in Paris — and the last one — Tawnley — was an Englishman who had a private library.”
    Amy looked at the names again. “Can you do more research on the names?”
    “But why?” Dan asked. “We know they didn’t buy it. It disappeared before the auction.”
    “It’s the only lead we have,” Amy said. She folded up the paper and slipped it into her pocket. “The auction house knew that these four people really wanted the de Virga. Maybe one of them stole it.”
    “We’ll get back to you,” Ian said, and hung up.
    Activity in the hallway outside had increased. They could hear footsteps and voices.
    “Come on,” Amy said uneasily. “We’d better get out of here before somebody reads that fax.”
    When they cautiously cracked open the door, the gray-carpeted hallway was empty. They swiftly made their way down it. When they turned the corner, a door to the right was open, and they saw Frau Gertler standing with her back to them. A man in a dark suit with an earpiece approached and handed her the fax.
    Frau Gertler read the fax, then snapped it back to the security man. “Search the auction room,” she ordered. “Discreetly. There are two teenagers here that could possibly be them. Just keep a sharp eye out.” She hesitated. “My key card is missing. Better search the back rooms as well.”
    If Frau Gertler moved an inch, she would catch them out of the corner of her eye. Slowly, they began to back up.
    Amy jerked her head. Next to them was a keypad. Dan took out the key card and swiped it through. The door opened and they slid inside and closed it. They were in the luxurious office they’d glimpsed earlier, the one with the Rembrandt on the wall. They leaned against the door to catch their breath.
    “We’ve got to ditch this place fast,” Amy said.
    Dan hurried over and checked the windows. “They’re sealed. We could break one, but …”
    “Alarms.” Amy said. Her gaze roamed over the office, and she found herself staring at the brown and amber painting on the wall. The Rembrandt.
    Alarms,
she thought again. Usually, they were trying
not
to trip them.
    But this time … maybe an alarm could help.

Amy slipped the Rembrandt off the wall and turned it over. Just as she’d hoped, there was a small electronic device stuck to the back.
    “It’s a sensor,” she said. “Remember when we came in? There was a security checkpoint there.”
    “And we’re going to set off an alarm?” Dan asked. “Um, pretend I’m stupid, because I’m not getting this.”
    Amy opened her new handbag, the one that had caused her to feel dizzy when she first heard the price. The only thing in it was a bag containing the rest of her lunch. She opened it up and placed the sensor inside the sandwich. “Someone else is.” Quickly, she outlined her plan.
    “Lightfinger Larry is going to come in handy again,” Dan said after he heard it.
    They peeked out through the glass walls. The corridor was empty for now. Quickly, they ran to the door leading to the lobby. Dan opened the door a crack. “The auction is over,” he whispered. “People