I sneak back to the docks a couple nights later. There are voices on the docks, but far enough away that I will not be noticed here at the office building Monsieur Jacques occupies.

Using my lock pick set, I easily manipulate my way into the building. A rotwiller runs forwards.

"Here pooch," I tell him, tossing a raw steak in his direction (I've been burned by guard dogs before and come prepared). The dog takes it and quietly sits, biting into the chewy meat.

I walk to the desk, unlocking it with the set of tools. I find a list of customers. I steal it and then I close the desk again, locking the drawer quickly (after all the dog will stay occupied for only so long), and I leave out the back the way I had entered.

Back in the safety of my own hotel room, I read through the list. Next to the customer names are delivery dates. For the next week, I am at each gallery when the art is delivered. I am not there to receive it from Jacques, but I am there to help uncrate it, marking down names and locations of the places that the art comes from. In that week, I find eight pieces that were sent from Barcelona.

I take those eight and I find that there are two names associated: one is from a genuine gallery in Barcelona that I myself am aware has a good reputation. The other seven are harder to come by. The name is Louis L'Estes, someone I have not heard of.

I speak with the gallery owners. L'Estes is a distributor of sorts. He has an office in Paris, and I quickly make an appointment with him under my assumed persona as a gallery owner myself, as I had presented to Jacques.

The meeting with L'Estes gets me nowhere: he is very protective of his suppliers and does not share them, but he has plenty of petite versions of the art drawn on paper for me to make my selections. I end the meeting after an hour of nothing.

I sneak into L'Estes' office that night. No dog at his office, but there is a guard asleep at the door and bars on all the windows. I return the next night, with gas. Unethical as it may be, I knew the man would not be harmed. Once I fill the entrance with the smoky substance and let it settle, I enter the building with my lockpick set and check to make certain the guard is both sleeping and with pulse.

L'Estes office. I dig through his desk and find a false bottom to his right drawer. Inside it is a book, which is filled with names, locations, names of artwork, and prices. The suppliers. They are coded by initials. I have time, so I go through the pages carefully. I find that the shipments that come from Barcelona. There are owly two sets of initials here: "N.N." and "M.P.".

I leave the office and return to the hotel with the initials that I have written down. With the initials, I copied down the names of the artwork. I will contact my employer tomorrow to inform him of this news, and to see if any of his pieces are the same as those in L'Estes' book.