“This is where you come in.” Bryan met my gaze sombrely.
“I beg your pardon?”
“We can deal with David Mason, but we need you on the other end.”
“You do realise I haven’t worked in the field in fifteen years.”
“It’s like riding a bike,” Jefferson said. “You don’t forget.”
I frowned at him. “I rode a horse, not a bicycle.”
“Don’t be an ass. Do you mean to tell me the idea of getting back in the field doesn’t intrigue you the least little bit?”
I realised it did. That tryst with Remy the night before had me feeling younger than I had in years, as ready to take on the world as I had when I’d still had Jeremy with me.
Jefferson must have seen that, because he nodded in satisfaction. “Bryan’s got a friend who’s agreed to sculpt a copy of the statue for us.”
“I called him after Jefferson got off the phone with you this morning and asked him to whip up a likeness of Leoni’s Faunfor us.”
“He’s familiar with it?”
“He was when I finished telling him about it.”