Oh, how cruel the fates can be! Finally finding one painting after a lifetime spent searching, only to have it snatched away from him by another. Konrad Heider glared at his computer screen, cursing the photo of the Amsterdam Museum’s board of directors huddled around Rita Brouwer as she held her father’s painting tight. News of the sensational discovery went viral immediately, with most European and American news sites using this photograph to illustrate their story.
In light of the coverage her claim had received, he was surprised Edward hadn’t mailed again to ask him about the painting. But then again, someone like Edward would only remember the masterpieces; the Wederstein’s of the world were easily forgotten.
Konrad wracked his brain, trying to come up with another way to acquire what was rightfully his. Think man; what would your uncle have done? As he ground the stump of his cigar out, an idea popped into his head. He turned it slowly over in his mind, contemplating every angle before a broad smile spread across his face.
With a little help, he could probably sail around the other claimant and get the museum staff on his side in one fell swoop. But who could he trust to help him? And could he get all the documents forged in time?
Konrad opened the humidor and took out another Montecristo, lighting it as he mulled over his plan like a glass of fine wine.