Romance is Dead

Chapter 16

Chapter sixteen

Bess

When the Port Derrum Gallery's phone rings, it's no longer so unusual that I only expect it to be Mistral calling me over to deal with wayward library customers. In the last few days I've had to field actual queries about actually purchasing art.

So, I am taken by surprise when it does turn out to be Mistral.

"Okay, so," she says. "We've got another one."

"Another what? Unreasonably loud patron? Heavy petting teenagers?"

"No." She drops her voice to a whisper. "We've got another letter."