CHAPTER 17
Clarence Petersen Jr., the first time I saw him he was eulogizing his late father. Little did I know his expertise in art appraisal would lead me to his father's murderer, doubly satisfying for me because I remembered Clarence Sr. fondly from my childhood. Now his son would be my teacher. As an added bonus I could hang out in the antique store where I'd spent so many Saturdays treasure-hunting with my mom. Whenever I saw a fleur-de-lis, like the one on their door, it always sparked happy memories of Petersen's Antiques.
Taking the next steps in my new career I registered for my first online class, emailed Clarence to schedule lessons, and texted Grace the gala dates, highlighting the costume ball. If you're wondering why I didn't consider inviting Kip to the galas, you don't k
