something on this case, man.”
“Is it contagious? ’Cause I’d rather not do . . . this,” Hagan
said as he waved his hand at Nick.
“No. Okay so, we have the books they went after in
the shop, right? But why take books you can’t hope to sell?
Discounting the highly unlikely scenario that they had a buyer
for those specific rare books, which could be true I guess—”
“O.”
“I mean they could just be front men for someone with
money, but still, it had to be the books themselves they were
after and those books specifically.”
“Dude, can you feel your tongue?”
Nick picked up the book he’d been examining and turned
it so Hagan could see it. “Look. This one has a complete
surveyor’s map of Boston from 1819, and a copy of an earlier
reproduction from 1779.”
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Hagan raised an eyebrow. “What happened in 1819?”
“Nothing. I don’t know. But that’s what all four have in
common.”
“1819?”
“No. They’re all contemporary reports from Boston in
the years after the Revolution.”
“Vive la révolution. So . . . a crew of highly trained thieves
broke into a rare bookstore, stole four books and two as yet
unknown objects, and thenkil eda man, all because they’re planning a heist of Revolutionary War era Boston?”
Nick glanced up at his partner, nodding.
“Where are they hitting next to get their time machine
parts? We should put a few unis on that shit.”
Nick glared at him for several seconds, then his eyes