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the perp stole.”
    I smiled. “I have a better idea. Misha was just about to run me home, and since the museum is on the way, why don’t we stop by and talk to the director ourselves?”
    “She should still be there. With the investigation going on, the museum is closed today. I’ll tell her you’re coming so she doesn’t give you the runaround. Let me know what you find out.”
    Morrison hung up, and Misha chuckled next to me. “I was running you home, huh?”
    “Eventually. All I did was move the timeline up a bit.”
    Misha clicked on the laptop keys. “Okay, a real quick look at Director Hamilton tells me she has a PhD in Art History. She is originally from Chicago and moved here to take the job at the museum. I doubt she has a record, but I’ll run her name through the database to be sure.”
    “Do you want me and Jean Luc to come with you?” Talia asked.
    “Nah. I’ll keep Misha in line. We should be fine.”
    Jean Luc frowned, almost as if he didn’t trust me or something. “Maybe we should go with them.”
    I picked up my coat. “Go home and have some vampire alone time. We’ll bring you up to speed tomorrow.”
    Twenty-five minutes later, Misha and I walked through the main museum entrance and into the atrium, which always takes my breath away with its three-story glass ceiling. We followed a guard into an employees-only area, where he knocked on a glass door. A middle-aged woman with her hair bundled into a makeshift ponytail glanced up and motioned for us to enter.
    Cynthia Hamilton walked around her desk, and I tried not to gape at her. She was a tall woman, as in NBA women’s basketball tall. Standing between her and six foot six Misha, I felt like a shrub in a grove of giant sequoias.
    “Ms. Hamilton, I’m Kyle McKinley, and this is Misha Sokolov. I believe Captain Morrison told you we would be stopping by?”
    “Yes. He said you were helping with the case.” She frowned slightly. “I’m not sure what I can tell you that I haven’t already told the police. I don’t know what was stolen at this point, if anything at all.”
    Her office was chock-full of books and various museum pieces spread out on a long conference room table across from her desk.
    “I can imagine taking inventory is pretty overwhelming,” I said.
    She grimaced. “You could say that. Our building is almost six hundred thousand square feet. The CMA has approximately forty-five thousand objects on display, not counting the pieces in storage.”
    “Holy crap.”
    The director laughed harshly. “Exactly what I’ve been thinking since the day began.”
    “Did you know Carl Willis?”
    Her smile faded. “Yes. We have more than four hundred employees, but I try to meet all of them. Carl worked here for ten years. I can’t imagine why anyone would kill him.”
    Misha nodded. “Would you tell us how you’re going through your inventory?”
    “I have our staff methodically checking through every room to ensure nothing is missing. For some of the smaller gallery spaces, which are filled mostly with paintings, it doesn’t take long to take inventory. But most of our rooms have multiple pieces in display cases, and many of the cases are linked to sensors that trigger an alarm if they’re opened.”
    “Were any of those cases disturbed?”
    “So far we haven’t found any. I have no idea what this thief was after. I confirmed that our more priceless pieces are still in place. It was first priority, and they’re all still here. Then I moved on to the special exhibits room, since it’s where Carl was killed.”
    “What is currently in the special exhibits room?” Misha asked.
    “We’re between exhibits at the moment. We were supposed to be opening a new one next week, an exhibit of ancient Mayan artifacts. The room isn’t completely set up yet.”
    “And nothing is missing from there?” I asked.
    Cynthia shook her head. “The pieces set up so far are all still there.”
    “What about the pieces that