CHAPTER 95
IGOR ENTERED THE APARTMENT breathless from so much running and realized that it was empty, they had already left and there was nothing else he could do, at that point it was dangerous to use the cell phone to warn them:
I have to warn them that we are in danger...
Igor knew that this was the work of MI6, no one would ever suspect that they would attack an official vehicle of the English government, it was the almost perfect plan, Cliff Handerson had managed to fool him with certainty, even more so at that moment when only important people were dying.
If that boy hadn't tried to steal from me at this hour I would be with my parents...
He knew better than anyone that this was not the time to think about it, luckily there was no one chasing him. I just hoped they'd believed he'd exploded along with the car...
Igor knew that the most famous work on Los was not to be found on English soil, Los Intering the Grave, a piece from the Yale Center for British Art gallery in New Haven. Connecticut. U.S.
The figure would fit the description of the upside— down sun well, for even the sun's Latin name, being inverted, aided the description, but the lamp in his right hand looked like a drawing of an upside— down sun.
As a matter of conscience, he researched if the painting was still at Yale, then the truth leapt out of the computer screen.
Shit... I think I know where they went...