“Me neither.”
“Did you see the blank spots on the wall where the stolen art had been? The curator left it like that.”
“Yeah. I was almost sick to my stomach when I realized the theft involved some original Rembrandts.”
“The most valuable painting they stole from the Dutch gallery was the Vermeer. There’s only something like thirty-six of them in the world.”
Morgaine leaned forward. “Would you come with me? Maybe because you know a lot about the museum and Mrs. Gardener, Reginald will talk to you through me, and you can make sense of it. Plus, you might know how they got away with it, because of your…you know.”
“My security expertise?”
“Exactly!”
“Sure. I haven’t been there for a while. When were you planning to go?”
“I can go anytime. I just need to call first.”
“Don’t you need privacy to do your medium thing?”
“They let me upstairs into one of the parlors. That’s where Reginald likes to hang out. He’s not crazy about the visitors. Especially if they try to touch things.”
“Is that how they knew he was there? Did he throw a chair at a tourist’s head or something?”
“No. The curator said a couple of people claimed they saw him, and he senses a presence from time to time. That’s why the curator avoids the parlor and told me I might find Reginald there.”
“It sounds like I’ll see the part that’s not open to the public if I go with you.”
“Yup.”
“And we’re going to talk to someone who knew Isabella personally?”
“If he’ll talk to us.”
“If he loved Isabella, he’ll talk. Men always like to talk about the women they loved.”
Chapter 4
A few days later, Morgaine took a seat at the only table in the room. She sensed it had been for holding canapés and a floral centerpiece at cocktail parties.Sonot her thing. “Okay, remember how we all held hands at the séance when the medium contacted Chad?”
Konrad nodded.
“Well, if Reginald is going to talk to youthroughme instead of just communicating with me through my mind, I’ll need all the extra energy I can get. Would you mind?”
“Not at all.” Konrad sat opposite Morgaine at the highly polished table and extended his reach.
“Thanks.” Morgaine clasped Konrad’s hands, closed her eyes, and took several deep breaths to clear her energy. The parlor was illuminated only by natural light and one white candle. She hoped Reginald wouldn’t be shy about talking through her to a stranger, but she had prepared him by introducing Konrad as a security expert.
“Reginald, are you willing to speak to my friend through me?” She waited a few moments then sat up ramrod straight, as if a broomstick had been inserted you know where.
“Greetings.” The much lower voice of a man spoke through her mouth.
Konrad responded with, “Um, hello. Are you Reginald?”
“Who else would I be?”
Konrad sighed.
“Is there a problem?” Reginald asked.
