“She promised me,” he continued stubbornly, “that our arrangement would be a fair partnership. She assured me that she would help me promote other art projects under my own name. But she just kept taking all the credit for my work.”
“Heads up, Yurbin,” said Marla. “You and Holly were collaborators. She never cheated you. And now all you have are crappy collages no one else wants.”
“You’re wrong,” he insisted. “I’m going to have a one-man show and give you all a lesson in what superb art really is.”
I said, “Mr. Yurbin, you’re going to have to talk to the police eventually. We know from Chris that you left Denver on Friday morning. He didn’t see you again until Monday. I’m pretty sure I saw you near Marla’s house on Friday. You darted out from behind a bush, and to avoid you, I steered m
