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"Of course I’ve been listening What else is there to do in thisht about that one "I "

"Fro information to bolster the persona he’s adopted in Germany Which cartels have which connections, which low-rent artists are known to forge on the side, who has connections to other cities and which ones He’s tracking two forgers in particular, a Gretchen, and soh maybe that’s his current boyfriend Or both? That would be fascinating"

"Hol that naure out exactly who he was to my uncle"

"The vent?"

Holmes swept around a corner "The vent that leads from my closet up to my father’s study" It made me remember her eerie, omnipresent violin, the way the sound had coh the air ducts as Holined her in a nest of clothes on the floor, her head tipped back against the wall, playing a sonata with her eyes shut "Still, none of this tells us anything we need to know at the o, my father"

"Holmes," I said I did not want to deal with her parents if I didn’t have to "Wait Did he leave you a note? Have you checked your phone? He could already have explained it all"

Frowning, she dug her phone out of the pocket of her robe "I have a new o An unknown number"

We stopped in the hallway, and she played it on speaker "Lottie, I’m fine," Leander said, all bluff cheerfulness "I’ll see you soon"

She stared down at it, unbelieving She played it again

"Lottie," it said "I’m fine I’ll see you soon"

"That isn’t fro at her screen "Whose number is that?"

Holmes immediately hit the Call Back button

The nuain Then she flicked back to the e--"Lottie, I"--and before he could say the rest of it, she put the phone away I could hear the tinny voice playing out of her pocket

"That isn’t what he calls me," she said "He never-- I need to seeline of paintings glowered down at us I was just about to ask Hol else when the door at the end of the hall opened<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>