Rainbow Mocha: A Dragon Cozy Mystery (Hill Country Mysteries Book 3) by Verena DeLuca

Author:Verena DeLuca [DeLuca, Verena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aconite Cafe
Published: 2020-07-04T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Monday, April 13th

Before I joined Aubrey in the cafe, there was one thing I needed to do. Pay Bianca a visit.

I could not recall the last time I was outside during the morning, on a workday. It was something I needed to do more often. The morning sun felt glorious on my skin.

"You are getting rather pale," Azure transmitted.

"Not nice," I transmitted back.

"You're the one broadcasting for the world to hear, no one cares that you're sunbathing on a Monday morning."

"Shouldn't you be napping?"

"I would be, if you would block your thoughts," Azure transmitted, along with an image of his sapphire tongue.

"Har, har."

In walking the two blocks to the gallery, I took in the gorgeous view of Main Street. I hoped that Bianca would either confess or at least have answers. But I pushed the anxiety of the confrontation out of my mind to enjoy the walk.

It was the perfect tourist oasis. Most of the buildings that spanned the four blocks designated as Main Street were the originals from when the town was founded in the early nineteen hundreds.

I adored the replica antique street lamps, sporadic art pieces and the one screen theater. It gave the town a quaint charm. Once I reached the theater I noticed someone had set up an easel at the mid-road grassy area, and they appeared to be painting the theater.

I figured they were a part of the Color the Town event. Each year the chamber and gallery would team up to host a contest. Artists would pick their favorite location around town and paint it. At the end of the week Bianca would host a party and everyone in attendance would vote on their favorite piece.

The winner received a cash prize, art swag, and their piece would hang in City Hall over the next year.

The art gallery was open to the public, but there were no other customers when I walked inside. The front area had a maze of short mock walls lined with large canvases, mostly of landscapes. They sprinkled the walls throughout the front room and stood about as tall as me.

I assumed she must have an office in the back, so I continued gazing at the artwork as I made my way through the gallery. I recalled my discussion with Jason and understood why he did not think his work would fit. It was hoity-toity.

In the center of the gallery stood three enormous metal sculptures, each made from what appeared to be scrap metal. Not that I could say what they were supposed to be. One piece actually looked to be rusting. As if it would turn to dust if I reached out and touched it. I leaned closer to the tiny white card displayed with the name and price.

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