She heard Harry discuss their destination with the driver, but paid little attention. The taxi deposited them by a hillside manor whose interior courtyard was a graveyard for lost dreams. The palace’s former grandeur was now reduced to old bones. Harry led her to a corner table set upon the raised patio that ran around three sides of the courtyard. He settled into the chair next to hers. Concern creased Harry’s features. Funny how a guy showing he cared could bring that burning sensation to her eyes. Harry asked, “Think maybe you should take a break?” “Not yet.” She set the notes she had made in the taxi on the table before her, took a hard breath, and dialed the first number. Claudia had said Sean was planning a trip, first to Toronto, then here. Storm had found seven Toronto-based antique companies listed in Sean’s notebook. As each number was answered, she said she was working for a major client who wished to remain confidential, and then she asked for the name on Sean’s list.
