He muttered, "Jim Stewart. You shouldn't be here."
"Osric, what's going on?"
"Just shut up and wait." Osric made a small "stay" motion with his hand and kept walking toward a door at the back of the gallery marked "Employees Only".
Osric nodded to the security guard standing at the door, his smile now pleasant and warm. "Miss Daisy, you are looking especially lovely today."
The woman returned his smile. "Why, thank you, Mr. Hutton. That's very nice of you. Are you enjoying the warm weather we've been having?"
Jim shuffled closer to the wall of paintings, trying to keep his confusion off his face. Mr. Hutton?
"Ah, yes, the weather has been lovely. The flowers out front are positively bursting into bloom." Osric's smile didn't waver as more words, each blander than the next, spilled fr
