Chapter 5

The huge hall had been divided with stylish partitions into several more intimate areas where the art and photographs were to be displayed. Workers buzzed around like demented bees, muttering about hooks and frames, track lighting and such. Tim was no stranger to most of the key staff, so he was able to wander around without causing a disturbance.

It did not take long to locate the section set aside for Weyrick’s work. Then, almost as soon as Tim entered the alcove, he saw the photographer. Hands clasped behind his back, DeVore paced along one wall, studying the hanging photographs with an intensity that was almost grim. He reached up and touched one on a lower corner, edging it a micro-degree closer to perfectly level. Then he shook his head and muttered something under his breath. Tim hesitated, beginning to doubt the wisdom of his mad dash and the welcome he’d receive even more. He started to turn and slip out a breath too slow, since Weyrick seemed to sense his presence.