NINETEEN
IN THE CAR, ON OUR way back to the hotel.
“Did you see...?” Debbie started, but I shook my head and widened my eyes. She got the message, though she looked like she might explode with what she wanted to say. There were still two National Guardsmen with us in the vehicle, sitting in front. Even if they said nothing and didn’t look our way, I didn’t want them to misunderstand or overhear anything I’d rather have kept between ourselves.
“Yes, great art collection,” I said. “Fantastic security...”
I reached for my phone and shot her a quick message. I’d been curious about what she’d seen.
**What’s up?
...
Hur thumbs whirred over the screen as she replied.
...
**This is up!!
With her message came a screenshot of her phone’s internet browser. It showed a painting that looked v
