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Serena hadn’t held out any hope for the glassblowers shop, but she was wrong. The owner and principal creator of the stunning pieces displayed in the shop happened to be present when they arrived. He wore a loose cotton smock and had a shaved head and an intricate snake tattoo up his neck.
Griffin showed him the pendant. He peered at it with a nostalgic smile.
“I used to make those about twenty years ago, when I was starting out, but I’m making bigger pieces now. Sorry.”
“No, we’re actually trying to find out who bought it.”
“In those days, I was all cash. I was just a surfer kid who couldn’t believe people wanted to buy my stuff.”
“I know what you mean. I do art too, it’s always a shocker every time I get a new commission.”
“Why don’t you show him the photo,” Griffin suggested.
