Tahoe Payback_An Owen McKenna Mystery Thriller by Todd Borg

Author:Todd Borg [Borg, Todd]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thriller Press
Published: 2017-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

“Looks to me like you made a good choice.”

“How is it that you come to know about watercolorists?”

“Actually, I don’t. I just like paintings, and I have some books on painters. Cassatt has always caught my eye. Recently, I’ve been admiring Sorolla. But I think he painted in oil.”

Aubrey grinned. “Yes, he did, primarily. But he also did some wonderful gouache paintings, which is a type of opaque watercolor. You should check them out. They are scenes of New York.” She glanced out the window. “ I saw you come from across the road. Are you new in the neighborhood?”

“No. I’m just visiting your neighbor, Giuseppe Calvarenna. I’m an investigator working on a case, and we had a science question. His name came up as a science expert.”

“Oh yes, Mr. G, the absent-minded science professor. I’ve barely met him. Don’t tell him this, but I sometimes think he’s got it worse than me. I struggle with body issues. He struggles with brain issues. I see him come and go from over here. He comes back from the grocery store, opens the trunk to get his groceries, then carries a bag inside and forgets the rest of the groceries sitting in the sun while the trunk of his car is open wide. I hobbled over there once and rang his bell to tell him. I also got his phone number so I can call him. Since then, I’ve called him about unattended groceries and mail that he left on the roof of his car. And another time when he left his front door standing wide open. The bears could have moved in, and he never would have noticed. And just yesterday, I saw him come home, unlock his front door, and then carefully shut the door behind him. But his keys were in the outside of the door lock when he went inside. Now that’s security for you!”

Aubrey gestured toward her living room wall. “On that side of my house, there’s an old barn back in the trees. Mr. G owns it. But one thing’s for sure. He might be out to lunch, but he’s one smart man. You should hear the way he talks.”

“I guess I’ll find out shortly.” I turned to leave. “Good luck with your paintings.”

“Mister, you know my name, but I don’t know yours.” She handed me a card.

“I’m sorry. How rude of me.” I exchanged cards with her. “I’m Owen McKenna. I live on the East Shore, and my office is on the South Shore. It was a pleasure to meet you, Aubrey Blackwood.”

She reached out and shook my hand with a firm grip. “The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Owen McKenna.”

She smiled, and her eyes crinkled in the most delightful way.

I said, “Maybe I can visit with you someday, and you can teach me about watercolor.”

“Any time,” she said.

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