Epilogue
The “Prado in Anacostia” exhibit loomed before Nicholle, Chris, Tuma, and Reya as they stood in the crisp air of an April morning. The line snaked down the riverside, but moved steadily. Children ran and played or fidgeted in line for the carnival rides.
“Now this…is what it’s all about,” Nicholle said, extending both arms in a grand gesture.
Tuma’s color had returned. Nicholle had negotiated probation for him in lieu of drug charges. He’d passed off his empire to Zee, who was forced to jettison the illegal activity, which left him with gambling and prostitution. Still lucrative.
Nicholle had hired Tuma as European Liaison; he had, in his first month, charmed not only the Guggenheim for holographic rights to Accompanied Contrast, but the Catherine Palace for the Amber Room.
