Chapter 11
Duff and the others accepted it as a given that Ephram was now truly sharing my apartment. Liddy crowed, “What did I tell you? I knew it would happen,” which earned her an amused smile from Duff and a laugh from me and Rob.
Two days after that happened we began planning our next job. One of our seldom heard from clients called to say he was interested in a certain painting which was on view in a gallery in Santa Fe.
“They are having an exhibition to celebrate the 85-th birthday of Sergey Petrov. One of the items is a portrait of my grandmother.”
“Why don’t you just purchase it?” I asked.
“It’s not for sale. It never has been. She and Sergey had a brief affair when they were young and, from what I’ve been told, he treasures the painting he did of her. It’s titled ‘Woman in R
