“The lights were on in most of the homes they passed. On the far side of the bay, fog had enveloped the city, but the night promised to remain clear here in Phantom Point. “How did your day go?” Mack asked as he opened the front door of Vesta’s house. “A complete waste of time, just as you predicted.” Cady walked into the hall and dropped her purse on the nineteenth-century neoclassical bench. “I don’t know what I expected to find, but whatever it was, it wasn’t there.” Mack closed the front doo...r and locked it. “No clues, huh?” “None. Just heaps of letters to clients and business associates. The usual stuff. Advance notes regarding important collections that would be on display in the main gallery in San Francisco. Consulting advice on various acquisitions. That kind of thing.” “What about computer files?” “My aunt was never keen on computers.” Cady headed for the kitchen. “They made her uncomfortable because of the privacy issues.” “She used them in her business, didn’t she?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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