Chapter 18

Zack was surprised when Quint walked over to the table to examine a few of them. He was even more surprised—as was Trev, from the look on his face—when the detective said he was very impressed.

“If these are for sale, I’d like to buy one for my partner.” Quint chuckled. “He can paint up a storm but he’s all thumbs when it comes to anything three-dimensional, art or otherwise.”

“Your partner’s a painter, as well as a cop?” Trev asked.

“I meant partner as in the man I’m living with, and yes, he’s an artist. His name is Clay Richardson.”

“You’re kidding. TheClay Richardson?” Trev seemed to be flabbergasted.

“I take it you know his work,” Quint said, chuckling.

“Yes! If I could paint like him…” Trev sighed. “Of course, first I’d have to be able to paint, and that’s not my forte.”

“Tell you what. If you want, I can introduce you to him and you can talk art to your heart’s content. He’d probably be glad to meet someone who knows the difference between Impressionism and…and…”