Joanna lost count of the rooms and corridors she saw, all of which seemed to twist and turn eventually back on to that central gallery. The place was an art thieves' paradise, she thought dazedly as names like Canaletto and Tintoretto came almost monotonously off Nick's tongue as he led her round. Perhaps Leo Vargas knew what he was doing with his armed guards and strict security after all.Many of the rooms were locked and their furniture shrouded under dust sheets. Nick and Joanna gained access to them by means of a huge bunch of keys which Nick carried in his hand, complaining that they would ruin the line of his suit if he put them in his pocket. Joanna smothered a smile at this little piece of vanity. Nick, while undoubtedly attractive, was far less of an unknown quantity than his enigmatic cousin, she decided. He was obviously on his best behaviour, otherwise she guessed that the admiration that she read in his eyes would have been expressed rather more openly.Joanna was relieved that he was remaining at a distance.
