Chapter 8Besides his irritated expression, Giovanni carried a leather satchel in one hand and his phone in the other. “Kellan, I'm in a rush. We'll chat another time.”
Although the man attempted to scurry past me, I held onto his arm. “Just a couple of minutes. We're talking about my uncle now.”
Giovanni grunted. “Look, can we meet later? I'm searching for Dr. Endicott, but he wasn't in his office. A rude woman quoted Shakespeare and told me to check Glass Hall. Are you meeting him too?”
“If Cain isn't in his office, then he's most likely at Glass Hall. The exhibition opens today, and he's in charge of it.” I was worried that Fern still hadn't located Cain, and Kathy had never updated me if her son returned home the previous night. Hopefully, she'd have news when I met her at The Big Be
