CHAPTER SEVEN
We’re late? Carly wondered, startled by the brusqueness of the woman’s greeting. Who does she think we are, caterers?
Captain Flannery just ignored the well-dressed woman’s comment.
“This is Vanessa Talmadge, the gallery director,” he said to Carly and Lyle. “She found the body this morning.”
Turning back to the woman he added, “Vanessa, these are the two FBI agents I told you were on their way—Special Agents See and Ramsey. They’re here to look at the crime scene.”
Noting that Flannery had called Talmadge by her first name, Carly remembered the chief’s earlier words: “I’ve got a lot of personal connections in our local art community.”
She thought that would probably be helpful for the investigation.
Vanessa Talmadge didn’t shake hands with either of the agents.
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