Chapter 17
Laverne in the art shop was initially happy to see us. Perhaps she thought she'd get a second sale of one of her expensive high-end pieces, a rarity outside of the tourist season.
But her wide smile melted away when I handed her the whistle.
"Do you recognize it?" I asked.
"Yes," she thrust it back at me. "I had hoped I had talked him out of it, but I guess not."
"Talked who out of what?" I asked.
"Garrett Nelsen, the artist whose piece you bought this morning?" she said, giving me a suspicious look that I didn't know what she was referencing already.
"Of course," I said. "But this logo isn't like what's on the other pieces?"
"No," she said with a sigh. "He decided to rebrand everything before he opens his store. That's the what I was trying to talk him out of. His work
