It wasn’t just the white of the page and gray of the pencil that made it so surprising. The sketches were small, but well done. There was one of him getting jacked by the kid. She’d caught the humor of it. The contrast. He gave her a quick glance and got an apologetic grimace. His gaze got caught by another sketch, across from his. He blinked. Tapped it.
“What’s this?” he asked, even though he knew.
She angled her head to look. “Oh, a client. Sarah had an appointment so I had to meet with him.”
“Dimitri Afoniki was here? In this house?” It had to be a weird coincidence.
Her brow wrinkled. “His uncle hired us to cater his dinner party.”
In one day, she’d had contact with a wise geezer who died and the evil nephew of another. And got shot at. Hi gut twitched, but it refused to tell him
