Chapter 23

He dressed in slacks and a good shirt, made certain he had his keys and wallet, then took off for the gallery. Unsurprisingly, it was already open when he arrived, since it was a bit after eleven.

“My new comrade-in-arms,” James said in greeting when he saw Gideon.

Gideon chuckled. “I thought I was clerking, not going to battle.”

“Never worked in a gallery before, I take it. It can be a battle, explaining to people who don’t know what they’re looking at why, say…that Tularosa cooking pot from circa 1150 is worth more than that modern Acoma one.” He pointed to both items.

“I’m sure. Why don’t you show me the ins and outs of what I’m supposed to do, presuming I do manage to make a sale?”

They were in the midst of that when Cole came out of his office. Gideon wasn’t certain how he felt when Cole’s expression lit up momentarily when he saw him—before he tamped it down to a casual smile as he came over to join them.

“Getting a fast lesson on how we do things?” Cole asked.