‘‘That,” Theirn said, as he and Styge settled on the sofa, “is one caring man.” He got no argument from Styge, not that he expected to.
* * * *
Caiden spent half the day at the gallery on pins-and-needles, waiting for Leander to show up. He finally relaxed mid-afternoon, deciding that wasn’t happening.
He probably cased the place by doing a walk by. He undoubtedly knows exactly what he’s looking for and where things like hidden cameras would be. He glanced up at one of them, well secreted in what appeared to be just another light fixture.
He was talking with a customer about one of the paintings in the smaller gallery, when he felt a cold chill run down his spine. Nerves, was his first thought. I’m still anticipating Leander showing up, despite what I decided earlier. He turned slightly, listening to the customer’s comments while scanning the area and what he could see of the large gallery that held the Pre-Raphaelite exhibition.