Chapter Thirteen
At the Celini
Tuesday, September 7, 2010, Los Angeles
In the lore of the Celini Foundation staffers, the tram from the parking lot up to the plaza at the top of the hill is a “horizontal elevator.” Besides the length of the trip to the top, another reason not to have a footpath is the precipitous drop down the steep cliffs. The hillside is overgrown with scrub plants and brambles — a hazard if any wayward children were to lose their footing.
Grace forsook the people mover for the staff minibus. She pulled out her phone and forwarded her museum snaps to the email address of her colleague Ellis Rutledge.
Before going to her cube, Grace stopped in to see Ellis, who worked in an enclosed basement office filled with high-tech analytic gear. The plaque on the wall next to t
