Chapter 9
"This is the painting behind me," I said. "Orchard, Morning. The catalogue calls it the jewel of the show. Mrs. Ashford signed an affidavit four weeks ago swearing she painted it — that she remembers the afternoon, the light, the smell of the grass." I let that hang. "I'd like to show you the aftern...
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2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
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