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.I thought Amanda and Sean got it all settled.”Miles’ brow knit in thought.“Ugly cuss? Uniform?”“That’s him.”“Long time ago, but yes, I remember.Why do you ask?”“There’s a forgery of it floating around town.A forgery with your papers attached.”“Shit.” Miles accepted the glass from Mamie with a nod.“Did Sean hire you to document other paintings?”“Several.”“Was there ever a Frederic Edwin Church?”“There was.” Miles set the glass on the dining room table.He took off his glasses and laid them beside it.“What are you trying to say?”“I think Sean was selling forged paintings.I found some papers in his things.”“His things?” Mamie asked.“I was helping MaryAnn sort through them and found some old invoices and things.Anyway, he sold Church’s Lake George at least twice.”Miles ran a hand through his hair, leaving a bunch on the left side standing straight out.Mamie put a hand up as though she wanted to brush it down but decided against it and jammed the hand in the pocket of her dress.“Sean sold the painting twice for fifteen thousand.” Payton turned to Mamie.“Do you know anyone named Ann? There was another invoice for seventeen five made out to a woman named Ann, but there was no note as to what it was for.”“I can’t think of anyone by that name.”“I know a lot of Anns,” Miles said, “but none who strike me as being related in any way to Sean.”“How well did you know him?” Payton asked.“We met those few times I did the authentications.We never socialized.The day he burst in on Mamie and I at the gallery, I didn’t recognize him.It wasn’t till I was on my way home I realized who he was.”Miles helped Mamie wrap the elk carving for shipment to London, and Payton went into her office and shut the door.For the first time in ages she felt like working on her memoir.While the writing program opened, she listened to Miles and Mamie bantering in the living room.Apparently he’d picked up the kitten and was cooing over her.How bad could Miles be if he cooed to a kitten? Mamie tapped on the door and announced she was taking Miles back to the airport.Payton went to say good-bye.“I’ll check my records when I get back and call you,” Miles said.“It was nice seeing you.”“You also.See you in the morning, Mamie,” Payton shut the door on them and went back to her book.She worked for a couple of hours, but her brain kept sidetracking to Sean and his birth mother.Payton wondered how Claire would react if she knew Payton found out her secret.She shut down the computer, gave the kitten a good-bye hug and walked to Claire’s once again, without calling first.Definitely not apropos.Claire was in the side garden on her knees weeding.She grunted as she stood, dropping a handful of weeds atop a pile at the edge of the driveway.“Keep trying to get in better shape, but there always seems to be muscles I don’t reach.”“It’s looking beautiful,” Payton agreed.“I’m surprised your monkshood is doing so well in this spot.Traditionally they like it shady and wet.”“Well, it’s definitely not shady, but I have an underground watering system that keeps it pretty moist.Would you care for a glass of lemonade?”“No thank you.”“How’s your kitten?”“A hellion,” Payton answered.“She’s decided she wants to be outdoors.She’s too little to let out on her own, so I have to drop what I’m doing to go out with her.”“I’ll have to come see her sometime.I haven’t seen Sylvie’s cats in years.”Payton lowered her voice.“I’m in no hurry to see them again either.How do they handle it when she hosts the Wanderlust meetings?”“Felicia ordered Sylvie to clean the cat boxes or we wouldn’t come.”“I’d have a hard time telling someone something like that.It’s sort of like telling someone they have bad breath.”“You trying to tell me something?” Claire asked, mischievously wrinkling her nose.Payton laughed and pointed at one of the other plants Claire had purchased at her shop.“You really have a green thumb.”“What have you been up to? I haven’t seen you in a few days.”“I worked on my memoir for a while this morning.Miles Arenheim came to see how the gallery was shaping up.Then I thought I’d come see how you were.”“That explains why Mamie didn’t show up this morning.Sundays we most always spend the day together.”“She picked him up at the airport early.About an hour ago she took him back.”“What did you think of him?”“Suave, sophisticated.Way out of my league,” Payton said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I thought Amanda and Sean got it all settled.”Miles’ brow knit in thought.“Ugly cuss? Uniform?”“That’s him.”“Long time ago, but yes, I remember.Why do you ask?”“There’s a forgery of it floating around town.A forgery with your papers attached.”“Shit.” Miles accepted the glass from Mamie with a nod.“Did Sean hire you to document other paintings?”“Several.”“Was there ever a Frederic Edwin Church?”“There was.” Miles set the glass on the dining room table.He took off his glasses and laid them beside it.“What are you trying to say?”“I think Sean was selling forged paintings.I found some papers in his things.”“His things?” Mamie asked.“I was helping MaryAnn sort through them and found some old invoices and things.Anyway, he sold Church’s Lake George at least twice.”Miles ran a hand through his hair, leaving a bunch on the left side standing straight out.Mamie put a hand up as though she wanted to brush it down but decided against it and jammed the hand in the pocket of her dress.“Sean sold the painting twice for fifteen thousand.” Payton turned to Mamie.“Do you know anyone named Ann? There was another invoice for seventeen five made out to a woman named Ann, but there was no note as to what it was for.”“I can’t think of anyone by that name.”“I know a lot of Anns,” Miles said, “but none who strike me as being related in any way to Sean.”“How well did you know him?” Payton asked.“We met those few times I did the authentications.We never socialized.The day he burst in on Mamie and I at the gallery, I didn’t recognize him.It wasn’t till I was on my way home I realized who he was.”Miles helped Mamie wrap the elk carving for shipment to London, and Payton went into her office and shut the door.For the first time in ages she felt like working on her memoir.While the writing program opened, she listened to Miles and Mamie bantering in the living room.Apparently he’d picked up the kitten and was cooing over her.How bad could Miles be if he cooed to a kitten? Mamie tapped on the door and announced she was taking Miles back to the airport.Payton went to say good-bye.“I’ll check my records when I get back and call you,” Miles said.“It was nice seeing you.”“You also.See you in the morning, Mamie,” Payton shut the door on them and went back to her book.She worked for a couple of hours, but her brain kept sidetracking to Sean and his birth mother.Payton wondered how Claire would react if she knew Payton found out her secret.She shut down the computer, gave the kitten a good-bye hug and walked to Claire’s once again, without calling first.Definitely not apropos.Claire was in the side garden on her knees weeding.She grunted as she stood, dropping a handful of weeds atop a pile at the edge of the driveway.“Keep trying to get in better shape, but there always seems to be muscles I don’t reach.”“It’s looking beautiful,” Payton agreed.“I’m surprised your monkshood is doing so well in this spot.Traditionally they like it shady and wet.”“Well, it’s definitely not shady, but I have an underground watering system that keeps it pretty moist.Would you care for a glass of lemonade?”“No thank you.”“How’s your kitten?”“A hellion,” Payton answered.“She’s decided she wants to be outdoors.She’s too little to let out on her own, so I have to drop what I’m doing to go out with her.”“I’ll have to come see her sometime.I haven’t seen Sylvie’s cats in years.”Payton lowered her voice.“I’m in no hurry to see them again either.How do they handle it when she hosts the Wanderlust meetings?”“Felicia ordered Sylvie to clean the cat boxes or we wouldn’t come.”“I’d have a hard time telling someone something like that.It’s sort of like telling someone they have bad breath.”“You trying to tell me something?” Claire asked, mischievously wrinkling her nose.Payton laughed and pointed at one of the other plants Claire had purchased at her shop.“You really have a green thumb.”“What have you been up to? I haven’t seen you in a few days.”“I worked on my memoir for a while this morning.Miles Arenheim came to see how the gallery was shaping up.Then I thought I’d come see how you were.”“That explains why Mamie didn’t show up this morning.Sundays we most always spend the day together.”“She picked him up at the airport early.About an hour ago she took him back.”“What did you think of him?”“Suave, sophisticated.Way out of my league,” Payton said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]