Chapter 13
On Saturday Caiden learned the ropes as far as dealing with customers who came into the art gallery. Most of them were just looking, having seen something through the large front windows that caught their eye. A few were semi-serious or serious buyers. Those, Caiden turned over to Nora, or Violet, the other woman who worked there.
He wasn’t at all surprised to discover the gallery had excellent security—cameras, motion detectors, the works. Not that they would deter Leander since he could teleport in, grab whatever painting he had been commissioned to steal and be out of there before, as he had once put, back when, ‘the cops or security people are in their cars’. Caiden remembered that day well. It was the last time he had seen Leander before his betrayal. And now, God willing
