Chapter 4

The exhibit stayed busy, and the lunchtime crowd pressed against the large prints of tattoo designs by local artists didn’t appear to be in any hurry to move aside. Chet had a half hour—he spent fifteen minutes jostling aside people so he could catch a glimpse of a few of the prints. What he saw didn’t really impress him. Some Celtic designs, a full back mural inked to resemble the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, shoulders and arms covered in images copied from photographs. Finally Chet pushed his way to the exit, shrugging his polo shirt back into place. With any luck, the museum’s cafe wouldn’t be quite so crowded, and he could still grab a bite to eat before he had to get back to work. Something on a pita, perhaps, with hummus on the side.