Chapter 1Kylian stood at the end of the bar, studying the artist, hoping he was as good as had been claimed. From what he could see and hear, the man was living up to expectations.
Brett Wescott had a reputation for being able to capture his subject so that, despite his rather flamboyant style, anyone who saw the painting would instantly recognize the person. He also had a talent for creating quick sketches of people from verbal descriptions. Sketches that looked exactly like the subject—at least according to the tourists who found him either in Jackson Square or one of the bars along Bourbon Street. Kylian had been told that Wescott did that as a way of supplementing his income when necessary.
To look at him, no one would think Wescott was an artist. He certainly doesn’t fit the stereot
