Chapter 38

“No. They belonged to two collectors who hung them on their living room walls, or some such, for the prestige they gained from being able to say that they owned a Kiefer,” Rob said. “That, in my opinion, is only one step up from the people we deal with—with the exception that a, shall we say normal collector is sometimes willing to loan one of their collection to a gallery for a show, which,” he smiled sardonically, “our clients aren’t, for obvious reasons.”

Ephram leaned back, his gaze landing on each one of us in turn. Finally he said, “Why are you telling me about this? And,” he shot a look at me, “don’t say in the interests of full disclosure. I have a feeling Vince has no clue, and he’s been working for you at the gallery for quite a while.”

Duff fielded that one. “We would like you to join us, if you’re willing.”