Rayna asked me when I returned to the storage space that evening. She was trying her best to express interest, to make up for keeping the flyer from me. I wasn’t mad at her. “The fortune-teller is a former girlfriend of Al’s. But they broke up a long time ago. She doesn’t know anything.” “I see.” “But this man Goldov, his name keeps coming up. You said he looked familiar in the sketchbook, when you looked before. Can you look again?” Instead of responding or acknowledging the question, she went over to the other side of the storage space, and started taking out some new books and the book cleaning supplies. “Please, Rayna?” After a moment, she sighed and put down the rubbing alcohol and paper towels. I took out the book featuring Goldov and the Galuth Museum most heavily, though I avoided opening to the study of Rayna’s face. “This man, here.” I pointed him out. She studied him for several minutes. “Yes. I’m pretty sure he has been to see my father. Quite sure.
