She had said little since he had announced their destination. And Adair didn’t care to speculate on the reason for her silence.On the short walk from the carriage to the front door, he found himself uncharacteristically nervous. So much of him resided within the walls of these three floors. Before settling in at the Mirador, he had lived here, struggled here, and eventually succeeded here.The ground level held a comfortable antechamber for waiting clients. An office and sleeping chamber could be found beyond the antechamber, both utilized by his man of business, Neville Vaughn. Unmarried, Vaughn often worked deep into the night. After finding him often slumped over his desk, Adair had insisted on renovating the ground level to include private quarters for Vaughn.The first floor held a spacious office for Adair as well as a smaller, cozier library full of novels, travel guides, and collectors’ manuals on antiquities, gemstones, armaments, coins, and several other reference topics. Although useful, the manuals were basic and no substitute for meeting face-to-face with experts in the field.Early on in his career, he had realized the value of learning as much about the stolen property as the thieves themselves.
