Chapter 10Johnny followed Zach to a cavernous room several yards away from the kitchen. Exposed brown wooden beams contrasted with the peach-colored room that had a fourteen-foot ceiling. Bookcases lined the walls.
“My dad, once he got ousted from the family business, got into sailing and art.” Zach pointed to a centerpiece against the wall.
Johnny moved closer to inspect the painting. The images conveyed were in blue and dark modernist. But the theme was not Picasso. “This is a Chagall.”
Zach smiled. “So, it’s true. You are an art genius. This was with a private owner in Japan before my dad bought it.”
“You knew this wasn’t a Picasso?”
“Saying you have a Picasso is probably a lot sexier than saying you have a Chagall.”
Johnny leaned in closer to the painting. “And this is a print. I
