Having expected to spend her Sunday morning returning from the Hamptons, she was blessed with the rare gift of time to do whatever she wished. And what she wished was to get all her conflicting emotions out of her body and onto the canvas. Letting herself into the warehouse, she promptly locked the door behind her. With the auction artwork no longer in the back of the building, she felt more confident working here. There was no reason for Natalee’s killer to return. He’d gotten what he wanted. But she didn’t want to tempt fate. She hoped Holt’s profile would soon reveal why the killer wanted that painting. Turning her cell phone to vibrate and cranking up the radio, she put an apron over her favorite work outfit—a gray cotton tank top and tattered blue jeans, both softened from repeated wear. She closed her eyes a moment, letting her thoughts and emotions flow over her, feeling the vibe of the rock music she preferred when she was in this kind of mood.
