Finding Lloyd Sinders wasn’t difficult. A crowd of older businessmen formed around the man wherever he went. Despite the fact that Mr. Sinders didn’t go out much these days, or perhaps because of it, he always attracted a group of admirers who wanted to learn from him, to be associated with him. That was the case now, too. Rome watched for a few moments as Ella’s dad told a story, getting a few chuckles out of the others. He held a flute of champagne in one hand, which seemed out of place. Sinders was more of a hard liquor man, but since Juliet wasn’t serving whiskey at her art show, the current beverage was about the best Sinders could do.
He noticed Rome looking at him before the story finished. Sinders’s face didn’t register the alarm Rome knew the man felt. While Sinders may have work
