”I’m guessing we have some kind of a lead as to who that might be?” Because otherwise this sounded a lot more like police work than an actual job. Dom’s mind came up with a myriad of scenarios—perhaps the ‘someone’ was actually a person the gallery owner knew personally. Or perhaps just someone they had been working with long enough. Or the seller was new, or had a well known name within the art trade.
Dom had had a few offers himself, but none of them seemed to really catch his interest. That wasn’t to say he only took a job because of a possible thrill, but he did have to consider all sides carefully. Just as Arthur turned down jobs for logical reasons, so did Dom. But sometimes it went beyond job preference to personal preference. Dom might have been surprised by Arthur’s own faint inclination towards the latter in this instance. Unfortunately, he wasn’t about to start asking about reasons. Their previous disagreement a moment ago made personal inquiries uncomfortable. They were just business partners; they weren’t anything more.
”Give it a week and a half. We wouldn’t want to fail to plan for any possible contingencies no matter how easy the job might appear.” Dom might have become a little more cautious ever since his own major screw up.
"It's not the Louvre," Arthur said flatly, "It's not as if the owner has a hoard of people wanting to be shown in his gallery." Frankly, Arthur was a little offended that Cobb doubted his skills in finding their mark. While most of his clients had their target sorted out, there was always an odd job that involved a little private investigation first. Arthur already had his eye on two sellers - one who had a background in fraud, and another who appeared to be corresponding completely anonymously with no actual contact. The first seemed almost too obvious but the latter would need a bit more work. Arthur's mouth thinned into a tight line at the refusal - an excuse, even. He was itching to get working again, but Cobb seemed to be turning down any that were being offered - or perhaps not even mentioning them to Arthur. A thought to simple carry out a job by himself flitted past his mind for a second but he quickly squashed it, not willing to open that can of worms. He may be a passable architect - borrowing structures and layouts from movies he had watched or textbooks he had read - but hell would freeze over before he would take a job as an extractor again. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment and sighed, "What do you suggest we do, then?"
