Chapter 68 A Little Powwow With The Feathered Fools

• The shadow dropping over Mason's plate belonged to a face he'd pegged from the Morrison auction house—Gerard Holbrook III, the business tycoon who'd bid $400,000 for the Aurora Borealis Diamond.
• "Well well, ain't this something?" Holbrook's voice oozed that North Shore money. His Savile Row suit probably cost more than what Mason used to pull down in a year of honest work. "The Platinum Pinnacle thief, gracing us with his presence."
• Static buzzed in Mason's hidden piece. One of his camouflaged security detail—scattered strategic-like through the joint—twitched, ready to intervene. Mason gave an imperceptible shake of his head. Stand down.