“Darling, you’re a strong woman, but you mustn’t be so hard on yourself.” He wrapped his arm around me and we crossed the street.
A sea of emotion swirled through me at his kind words. I wasn’t sure I deserved them, but they touched me in ways I couldn’t begin to describe. Maybe later, when I was alone, I would think back and wonder if this might be the most perfect moment of my life.
And how sad was it that such perfect moments were now defined by dead bodies?
A half block later we turned onto Maiden Lane, and I stopped to stare at a twelve-thousand-dollar cameo in the window of Gump’s. The ivory carving of the woman’s face was flawless, precise and elegant. It was mounted on a piece of amber so dark and rich it appeared midnight blue. Tiny diamonds encased in platinum circled the ivory and crisscrossed into a bow beneath the woman’s face.
“I wonder who called the police?” I mused, tearing my gaze away from the cameo.
“Somebody was watching that building,” Derek said matter-of-factly.
I looked up at him. “Maybe it was just another tenant who heard those two guys screaming and called nine-one-one.”
He shook his head. “That wasn’t the sort of place where people would willingly invite the police in.”
“True.”
“And the timing was much too coincidental.”
I turned to face him. “So you really think someone saw us go in there and called the cops?”
He shrugged.
“That’s downright creepy.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Uneasy, I glanced around, then shivered. Was somebody watching us right now? I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe someone, namely the killer, had been watching Mr. Soo’s place to see who might show up. That made some sense. But to be watching Derek and me? Following us around? Why?
I see things.
I shivered at the thought that Ned might be watching us from somewhere around here. But that was ridiculous. Ned never left BABA. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had watched us go into that building.
“Those two men who came into Soo’s office didn’t sound like upstanding citizens, did they?”
“No,” Derek said, and left it at that.
We walked another half block along Maiden Lane and stopped to look at the display of yummy foods in the window of a tiny Italian cafeteria-style bistro. It looked a lot prettier than that amazing cameo. I was hungry before in Chinatown. Now I was ravenous.
Derek, bless his heart, ushered me into the cozy restaurant, where we chose a salad and sandwich to split. I decided to have a glass of wine, too. I deserved it. Derek chose a small bottle of San Pelligrino.
“What business would you say Mr. Soo was in?” I asked, once we were seated.
“My guess is book fraud.”
“That’s what I was thinking. That place was a veritable book repository.”
“Yes, it was,” he said, tearing at the loaf of thick Italian bread and dipping it in rich olive oil. “I would guess he bought and sold, but mostly brokered the deals. Books, engravings, other related artwork.”
“At least he was a good reader,” I reflected, as I took a bite of the thick, buttery prosciutto and cheese sandwich.
“Not anymore,” he said.
Derek dropped me off early at BABA and promised to come by later to pick me up. Did I dare to dream that tonight would be the night? I wasn’t going to hold my breath.
The first thing I saw when I walked inside was Alice and Naomi, whispering heatedly by the guillotine in the lower gallery.
The good news was, at least they were speaking.
When Alice saw me, she waved me over. “Brooklyn, you won’t believe what happened to Gunther.”
I glanced around warily. Because the Twisted festival was in full swing, visitors were walking through the gallery, checking out the cool displays and perusing the bookshelves.
“Why don’t we go to Naomi’s office to continue this conversation?” I said, sounding so annoyingly mature I wanted to cringe.
“Fine,” Naomi said, and flounced off in that direction.
Once we were behind closed doors, Alice’s emotions were let loose. “He’s been arrested. Can you believe it?”
“Oh, my goodness,” I said. “Really?”
“Yes. Isn’t it awful?”
Naomi groaned. “Alice, don’t be naive. Brooklyn’s acting like she doesn’t know, but she does. Her boyfriend is Gunther’s keeper.”
Wait a minute. Even Naomi could tell I was lying? That was so unfair.
“Naomi, shut up,” I said lamely.
Alice wasn’t paying attention to either of us. “I’ve had to cancel Gunther’s lithography class, but the auction is this coming weekend. He’s our biggest name. People will expect him to be there. What will we do without him? How will we make any money on the auction?”
“Stop whining,” Naomi said.
But Alice continued her rant. “What’ll we do? We can’t cancel it now. All those people. And the food. The caterers will . . . oh, God, the caterers.” She stopped and tried to catch her breath, but she couldn’t. She began to wheeze uncontrollably.