The first gallery we stepped into was full of priceless jewelry and gold, illuminated in glass display cases.
“This collection is from the Solatari Empire, thought to exist between 1400 and 900 BC. Legend has it, the jewels were crafted by the gods and given to King Ta’kali as a gesture of his chosen eternal reign.”
“When did the King die?”
“He was sad to have lived for almost 500 years until the end of the Solatari Empire.”
“Not so eternal, but not a bad run, I guess.” I didn’t buy into that kind of thing, but I found the legend interesting. “The last time we hung out around priceless jewels, they got stolen.”
"Fortunately, these jewels are not my responsibility. Their safekeeping is in someone else's hands.”
The security guards followed us around, but kept their distance and remained unobtrusive.
“By the way, how’s the investigation going?”
I shrugged. “It’s been busy. Murder cases take priority.”
“I understand.”
“Don’t worry. We’re still doing everything we can.”
She smiled. “I’m not worried.
Catalina motioned to the artifact in the next display case. "This is the king's crown."
It was an intricate piece with finely cut gems that sparkled under the light. Something far more sophisticated than should have been available at the time.
“You tell me how primitive people were able to create such wondrous works of art with such limited tools.”
It was fascinating to think about.
We browsed through all the display cases. Catalina knew the history of every piece. She had clearly studied this collection. It was important to her. This wasn't just some random date tooccupy time. This was something personal. She was sharing a part of herself with me.
"As a jewelry designer, I take inspiration from everything," she said. "I'm fascinated by the craftsmanship of ancient civilizations. I think we have a duty to honor the fine workmanship of the past. Not everything needs to be cut with machines and assembled in a factory. I prefer a more artisanal approach.”
"I'd love to see more of your work. It's obviously in high demand.”
She smiled. "I hope this isn’t boring to you.”
"No. Not at all. I find it quite interesting."
"Good. I thought we’d do something a little slower-paced this evening. Not so life-threatening. It's good to know you're comfortable in multiple settings.”
I got the impression Catalina was vetting me for the position of boyfriend. I could certainly be persuaded to apply.
We continued through the museum, marveling at the wondrous artifacts. After we’d seen everything, Catalina said, "How do you feel about dinner?"
"I would feel great about that.”
"Excellent, I've reserved a private room at the Five Fathoms.”
She was a take-charge kind of girl, and a meticulous planner. Catalina knew what she wanted, and I suspected she always got it.
We left the museum, and Marco took us to the fancy restaurant.
The hostess greeted us with a cheery smile. "Miss Navarro, so good to see you again. Right this way.”
She led us through the busy restaurant. Forks clinked against plates, and chatter filled the air. The delightful smell of grilled beef and seafood swirled. The hostess seated us in a private alcove that wasn't too claustrophobic. We still got a sense of the restaurant, but had a degree of privacy. Bottles of expensive wine lined the racks around us.
