"For now," Neal said, walking toward the exit. "But I'll see you next week. Harlow wasn't the big fish. He was just the bait."
"The only tactic," she replied, sliding a photograph across the table, "is your freedom." CRIMES.DO.COLARINHO.BRANCO.1--TEMPORADA.DUBLADO
But before the trigger could click, red laser dots danced across Harlow's chest. The vault door slid open. Agent Reyes stood there, flanked by a dozen agents. "For now," Neal said, walking toward the exit
As Harlow was cuffed, Diana looked at Neal. "The map was a fake?" He was just the bait
"Agent Reyes," Neal said, tilting his head. "I was expecting the usual—a dim room, a single lightbulb. This coffee is excellent. A new tactic?"
"You're good, Julian," Harlow said. "But I know who you really are. Neal Cross. The forger who can't stop leaving clues in his work. The 'C' in your signature on the Caravaggio? It was a fingerprint of ego."
Neal infiltrated Harlow's inner circle as "Julian St. Clair," a disgraced Sotheby's appraiser with a taste for rare Bordeaux and risk. He approached Harlow at a charity gala, offering something no billionaire could resist: a chance to own the original "Treaty of Tordesillas" map—a forged document so perfect it had fooled three experts at the Met.