“Iakovos? It’s me, Thyra. I’ve been kicked out of the building.”
“You’ve what?” He sighed, and I could have sworn I heard him say, “It’s Harry all over again—no, love, I wasn’t calling you. It’s Thyra.”
Before I could ask him what was going on, Harry’s voice was there. “Thyra? What happened? Was it the light board going wonky? If that freaked you out, it’s safe to come back. They turned off the strobe lights, and one of the tech guys has the computer fired up again so that we can continue the auction.”
“No, I don’t know anything about that. Patricia got me kicked out.”
“She what? Yacky, stop it, I’m fine. No, you go watch Valentino and make sure he doesn’t try to bite anyone. He doesn’t seem to like Audrey. I’ll deal with Thyra’s situation.”
“I’m sorry to saddle you with a situation,”
