She left the room, heading down the hallway to the right, while Jillian was left to sit there and look around some more. Now that she’d had a chance to inspect them a little more closely, she got the feeling that the paintings on the wall had been done by the same artist whose home she and Aldair had appropriated back in Madrid. Talk about coincidences.
Or maybe not, she thought. Obviously Natalie Marquez was fairly well known, and successful. It’s not that big a surprise that some of her paintings might have ended up in a house like this.
She didn’t have time to speculate further and continue to distract herself, because in that moment Julia returned, a glass of iced tea in either hand. After giving one to Jillian, she sat down on the couch opposite hers, and fixed her with a very direc
