"Victor Harlow," Neal read. "He collects art. Badly. He bought a 'lost' Caravaggio last year for twelve million. It was a fake—my fake, actually. He never noticed."
"For now," Neal said, walking toward the exit. "But I'll see you next week. Harlow wasn't the big fish. He was just the bait." CRIMES.DO.COLARINHO.BRANCO.1--TEMPORADA.DUBLADO
"Agent Reyes," Neal said, tilting his head. "I was expecting the usual—a dim room, a single lightbulb. This coffee is excellent. A new tactic?" "Victor Harlow," Neal read
Harlow's eyes glittered. "Why me?"
Harlow raised a silenced pistol. "Because I'm not a collector. I'm a cleaner. And you just led the FBI to a vault full of evidence against my competitors. Thank you for your service." actually. He never noticed." "For now