Had the perfect crime been achieved?

Three months had passed and the trail was cold or was there any trial to follow? Could one man be smart enough to plan and carry out a heist of this magnitude? Just who was this Tallmadge McGee anyway? Was he basking in sunshine on a peaceful island sipping on his ice-tea with hula girls at his beck and call? Could he live long enough to spend his millions or was he already buried under a slab of cement. The FBI was stymied, and a wall of doubt grew. Would the crime ever be solved? One thing was a positive, the underwriters were screaming for results.

Were a generous retainer and the possibility of a half million-dollar reward enticing enough for Duncan Luce to commit himself to the case?

Yes he decided, International Investigators Inc. was the granddaddy of all investigation agencies that existed outside of the government society. This would open the final door of his profession. For them to seek out his services was a star in his crown. Already the juices were flowing. Brace yourself Mr. McGhee this is going to be interesting. Duncan Luce has taken up the hunt.