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"I suppose he could have the phony sculpture, and maybe the remaining jars," Harris said.
"Right. And if we can wrap up who pulled off the heist, and prove that Wells killed Vargas, that should clear Fielding."
"All right," Harris said, "I'll leave you to it." He extended a hand to Mark. "It was good meeting you, Mark. Every time I meet one of Martin's associates, I'm impressed, but I had no idea he had an art expert in the bull pen."
Mark shook the hand, but he gave a steely sideways glance at me.
"Glad to meet you too," Mark told Harris, "and glad to help."
With a nod, a wave, and a stop at the counter to pay for his extra cookie, Harris was out the door and driving away.
A minute later Mark and I had followed him outside. A pair of sparrows hopped out of our way on the walk, pausing in their fight over a large bread crust to look up at us with sharp black eyes and give a synchronized chirp.
"Well, Mark," I said, "looks like we have a few people to talk to."
"Who asked you?" Mark demanded.
I turned to him. "What the hell?"
"Sorry," Mark said, gesturing down the path. "I was talking to the birds."
#ScribesAndMakers 3/30
Do birds ever feature in your work? Give an example.
A tiny bit?
In one scene in QUESTIONS FOR THE DEAD, Mark -- a psychic who can talk with animals -- appears to have a brief exchange with some rude, snarky sparrows.