The Honest Thief

Premise

The painting had been missing for eleven years when it showed up on Eleanor Voss's doorstep, wrapped in brown paper and twine, with a handwritten note that said: 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken it. It belongs to you.' This would have been strange enough on its own. But Eleanor Voss had never owned a painting in her life. She'd never even been to a museum, unless you counted the time she wandered into one in Barcelona to escape the rain. She was a retired mail carrier from a small town in Oregon, and the painting — once she unwrapped it — turned out to be worth forty-seven million dollars. The police were equally confused. So was Interpol. So was the man who had stolen it.