Chapter Three
How's it coming?" Dana heard Lucien's voice behind her. He walked on cat feet approaching her stealthily like she was being stalked. She would have sworn that he'd been staring at her when she jerked around to see her host, just inches away from her. She backed up a foot to ease the uncomfortable distance.
"It's going well," she answered his question. "But you're quite right, there is so much. It makes me believe that Ariel painted non-stop."
"She was a prolific artist, yes. Would be consumed for hours."
Lucien sat down on an unopened box, as Dana turned towards the canvases behind her. They were in an enormous storeroom on the third floor of the house above the curious gallery below. Dana had been sorting, photographing and moving the pieces for three hours that morning.
