Chapter Thirteen
Olga, the tailor, twisted the scrap of fabric this way and that, rubbing it between her fingers and even sniffing it. “Very fine silk,” she finally announced. “Expensive. Thousand dollars a yard.”
“Do you have any idea where it was produced?” Jessica asked her.
“There is no way for me to know. This kind of luxury fabric is rare to see.”
“Could it have been made in Alaska?”
“Oh no.” She laughed as she waved that off. “No one creates fabric so expensive here.”
“One other thing,” Ethan interjected. “Can you tell what color it used to be?”
She took out a magnifying glass from under her work counter and studied it for a long time. “Rose pink,” she finally announced.
“You’re sure?”
“Mostly sure. But it’s very old.”
Jessica let out a long sigh as they left her little sh
