Chapter 29

“Any clues?”

“No.” Wyatt glanced around the room. “It’s like he simply packed up and left. The only thing that I can find out of place is that painting over there.”

The painting was of a beach house, with open doors and white curtains blowing outside. It rested against the wall under the window. A nail poked out from the now empty wall.

“There’s no safe behind there, no secret compartment.” Wyatt shrugged. “Not sure why it’s on the floor and everything else is perfect.”

“Wonder who he’s hiding from?”

“Yeah.” Wyatt closed the journal. “I think we’ll stay here tonight. Should be safe. I imagine whoever is after my dad will wantus to find his whereabouts.”

“And the next painting?”

“Supposedly at some artist’s loft, a Dwain Adair.” Wyatt pulled a note from his shirt pocket. “I’ve never heard of him, but apparently he thinks everyone has. Brent says he’s a real jerk.”

“Great.”

“He’s having a party tonight, though, and there’ll be two extra guests.”