Chapter 21

At least he said please. Not that it was much consolation. I left the office at eleven-thirty on the dot, asking Dora to lock up. “And don’t forget to—”

“Set the alarm. You say that every time.” She sounded disgusted, but her smile told me she really wasn’t.

I arrived at the museum on time, to find Gavin pacing in front of it. He nodded when he saw me, I joined him, and we went inside.

“Let’s go to the textile art gallery. It’s usually fairly empty,” Gavin said, heading to the elevators.

“You’re a frequent visitor here I take it.”

“Not frequent,” he said, “but often enough I know the layout.”

We rode up to the fourth floor; he led the way to the gallery and suggested we sit on one of the benches well away from the security guard. Other than an older couple, and young woman who seemed enthralled by a quilt hanging on one of the walls, we were alone.

“Okay, what’s on your mind?” I asked.

“You. And how you can help me find Kyler’s killer.”