Chapter 35

He knew why he was feeling down. With all the time he’d spent with Lou—at the gallery and in Lou’s apartment—being alone for the day was…lonely. I’m used to being with him or being around people at the gallery while he’s at work. It never used to bother me. Well, not much. I created my jewelry to keep busy. Something I haven’t done since…Well, since I met Lou and we went after Hanks. Maybe now’s the time to get back to it.

With that thought in mind, he went into what was supposed to be a second bedroom in his small apartment. He had turned it into a studio of sorts, with a battered desk he had found at a near-new shop—and moved down from his old place in Boulder—serving as his workbench. Two cabinets held his supplies. A third held the jewelry he hadn’t taken to the shop on Seventeenth that handled his work on a consignment basis.