Wrapped in a Bow
Lou and Sherri arrived at the Wentworth Gallery at opening time. Foster was already inside, but it didn’t look like any customers were there.
Lou walked into the gallery with Sherri hot on his heels. Unlike the visit to Ricky’s, there were no Hermes scarves, but there were no Levi’s jeans either; in fact, there wasn’t anybody. The place was empty, save for Foster Wentworth.
Foster was standing behind the counter. “May I help you?”
“Where is everybody?” Lou asked. “Did you kill them all?”
Lou pulled his gun and pointed it at Wentworth. “Hands behind your back,” he said. “My partner is gonna cuff you.”
Wentworth risked a glance to a spot under the counter but must have thought better of it. “What’s this about?”
Lou smiled. “I think you know, Wentworth, but in case you
