Not exactly high class, but it suits my presumed persona. Gideon put away the last of his clothes in the small closet in the bedroom. The furnishings were…adequate. According to the building manager, the mattress on the bed was new. Gideon suspected new was a generic term for it came from a decent near-new shop. But then, he’d slept on worse in his day.
He dressed in slacks and a good shirt, made certain he had his keys and wallet, then took off for the gallery. Unsurprisingly, it was already open when he arrived, since it was a bit after eleven.
“My new comrade-in-arms,” James said in greeting when he saw Gideon.
Gideon chuckled. “I thought I was clerking, not going to battle.”
“Never worked in a gallery before, I take it. It can be a battle, explaining to people who don’t know what t
