After making and eating sandwiches filled with meat, cheese, and anything else that sounded good—what Caiden called a Dagwood, and then had to explain to Theirn—they sat down at the dining room table with the laptop.
Caiden went to a website and brought up the floor plan for the gallery. “You’ve seen everything, but only briefly,” he said. He tapped the screen. “Through here are the offices. Mr. Bernard’s is the largest, of course.”
“And you got the maintenance closet,” Theirn said, looking as if he was trying not to laugh.
“Not quite that bad, although almost. The third room is for storage of artwork for the next show, or pieces that are on display periodically between shows.”
“What’s in the basement?” Theirn asked.
“The usual, a furnace, the cooling system. It’s only a half-basement
