Chapter 22

Then, Quint told Clay to wait in the living room while he canvassed the other loft owners to see if any of them had buzzed someone into the building without checking who they were or if they had noticed anything unusual.

After Quint left, Clay paced the room, feeling vulnerable now that the security system was non-viable. Needing something to take his mind off that, he went into the studio, planning on…On what? I can’t touch the painting. There’s no other damage and even if there was, I can’t do anything until after the CSI people go over everything.

When he looked at the ruined painting, his stomach clenched with fear and anger. “Who the hell are you? Why are you doingthis to me?” He pounded his fist on the table, wincing in pain, both physical and emotional.