CHAPTER 41
"Do you mind if I hang onto the painting for a few days?" I said.
Duke and I were driving back from the antique store discussing what we'd learned which admittedly wasn't much.
"Sure," Duke said. "I know you like it and Jeff can't stand having it around. It just reminds him of his lost inheritance."
"Thanks."
I did like the painting, but that wasn't why I'd asked for it. I wanted to study it, figure out why Clarence Jr. had been so unnerved. I do love a good puzzle.
As I negotiated my way down U.S. 1 in heavy mid-day traffic, I found it hard to believe that it was still off-season. Once the tourists arrived in November, cars with license plates from all fifty states and every Canadian territory would take over the road. Counting them was an irritating way to pass the time,
