Chapter 3
Walking into Riklo Castor’s office was like walking into a gamer shop—a new feature every day. Today’s works of art were a holo of Taliesin West, Dogs Playing Poker, and The Thinker. The building and dogs stood off to the side, while the statue sat in the middle of the room. Nicholle stepped through The Thinker. Riklo didn’t know much about art, although he pretended he did. Nicholle let him have his fantasy.
Riklo looked up when she approached his desk. He wore last year’s look of slicked-back hair and a skinny tie. As he was tall and wiry, the tie made him look thinner.
“Nicholle. Good. I just cogged Henri at the Louvre. We’re still in the running but they won’t make a decision until next week. Now as far as the Prado is concerned—”
“Riklo, I have to leave,” she said.
“For
