CHAPTER TWELVE
Back at the museum, Avery wasted no time in paying a second visit to Johansson’s office. However, she found it empty, the pictures of all of those insects seeming to stare at her as if they were Johansson’s protectors. Vacant, the room was eerie. It was all too easy to imagine that the insects all over the walls had come to life and devoured Johansson.
“You know this guy?” Kellaway said, finally breaking her silence. She made a not-so-subtle expression of disgust as she looked at all of the pictures.
“We may have spoken recently,” she said.
They left Johansson’s office and used a nearby museum directory to find the location of the butterfly garden. The garden was a permanent exhibit that was located on the side of the building that allowed it to overlook the Charles Rive
