“Success,” Leander said when he called Caiden Saturday morning. “I got everything we were after. Did the cops show up?”
“No. The system for the gallery is set up to alert only Kingsley. And boy did it. Woke me out of a dead sleep. It stands to reason though. There’s no way he wants anyone to know about the gallery. Especially the cops.”
“True. Now all you have to do is find out who Lockey is and the job’s over.”
“Which may or may not happen. I haven’t gotten any response on the ad that sounds like they could be him.”
“It’s early on, yet,” Leander pointed out.
“I know.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go.” Leander paused then said, “I miss having you around.”
Caiden smiled to himself, feeling happy that Leander did, even though he responded, “After only twenty-four hours?”
“Yeah. You don’t miss
