“No, I’m good.” Quint sipped it before he took his pen from his pocket and flipped open the sketchpad.
“What are you doing?” Clay asked as Quint began to write, taking a seat beside him.
“Making a list of suspects. For starters we have Travis, Mr. Rivera, Matty, and possibly Tom Chambers, aka Lamberton.”
“Lamberton? Why?”
“According to Amanda he was very upset that you didn’t want to show his work in the gallery.”
“True, but come on. Killing those men? Yeah, he was pissed, but that would be carrying his resentment to the extreme.”
“People have killed for less. And so far, every murder has ties to you and the gallery.”
“I guess so. Why Hank Rivera? He was just a one-time thing. Besides, I thought you had him figured as a potential victim, not the killer.”
“I did. It’s mainly the tim
