CHAPTER THREE
The West Gallery was much like the East Gallery, except it looked out over a vast front lawn with manicured bushes and a partial view of a mansion opposite. The walls were covered in exceptional examples of Japanese and Chinese art, and a few tables were set with Ming vases.
Odd he put the Eastern stuff in the West Gallery. East is West and West is East and never the twain will meet? He had a sense of humor. Well, a nerdy sense of humor.
The woman turned to face him, the female officer standing close behind.
“So how long have you worked for Mr. Dyson?” Daniel asked, trying not to notice how she kept moving her hips slightly from side to side.
“Three years,” Rebecca answered.
Daniel studied her face a moment.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Were you of age when you
