Chapter Fifteen
We headed to Etobicoke, on the west side of Toronto. After driving around the block a parking space became vacant. Before we exited the car I grabbed Micah’s crotch and kissed him. “You’re mine.” I said.
A short walk later we entered Claude’s stylish multi-room art gallery. Sitting behind a desk was a dashing looking man not much taller than Micah, with salt and pepper hair and wearing what looked like an expensive suit and a Baume Mercier chronograph watch. Micah noticed he appeared as if he just walked off a yacht located in the blue-green harbor of Monte Carlo.
I whispered in Micah’s ear, “Claude grew up in southern France and lived for a few years in Tangiers and Marseilles. His surname is Dauphier.”
As Micah and I entered the shop Claude jumped up from his chair an
