Chapter 66
“Want some dinner, Joe?”
“Sure, I’m starved.”
David began to pull out pots and pans, happy to escape any conversation related to his earlier, tearful retreat.
“Hey, David, did you get the photos of Castle Cay in your email from my friend, Will Sawyer? Julie said to send them here.”
“You know…I haven’t checked my email for days. It’s probably miles long. Let’s go see.”
Joe followed him into his bedroom, and David sat at his desk.
The computer finally booted up.
“Was I right, or was I right?”
“You were right,” said Joe, laughing.
David scrolled through until he came to sawyerphotos.com. He opened it up, and there were all the photographs.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous,” said David. “I didn’t realize how beautiful it is. All I’ve ever seen are those two dismal paintings upstairs.”
“See the wall and the airstrip here, David, those little block buildings? That’s what we were talking about.”
“Is this the Atlantic side? Where’s the area that’s in Marc’s painting?”
“That’s it, I think,” said Joe.
“It can’t be. There’s a little point of land sticking out with water shooting up. It’s right in the middle of the painting, with moonlight shining on it. Sort of the focal point, you know?” said David. “Marc told me it was where Julie’s husband died.
“I’ll be right back; I’m going up and get that one.”
Joe was about to say that drug traffickers doing that much building wouldn’t have much of a problem straightening out the island’s edge to accommodate a sea wall…but David had already sprinted upstairs to the studio.
Joe was opening a message from jsoldano when David returned.
“They’re not there! I can’t believe she took them!”
“Who? Susan?”
“Yes! Marc specifically told her not to show them, that they weren’t for sale!”
“Wait a minute, please, David…”
The email Joe was reading was sent on the 21st of September:
Julie,
I found a brochure from Marc’s show and it had a picture of his agent. She’s the woman we saw with Avram. I remembered her because I was trying to look at the Castle Cay paintings and they were blocking my view.
We feel like dopes! I don’t know what made us think she was his date!
LOL,
Joan
Joe knew; it was their body language.
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