Her phone buzzed. A blocked number.
A pause. Then: "I want you to find something that doesn't want to be found. A painting. The Blind King's Supper. " Kristy Gabres -Part 1-
She almost ignored it. Almost.
Kristy Gabres looked at her father's photograph on the shelf. "You always said trouble finds the curious," she whispered. Then she grabbed her jacket, her old Nikon, and a lockpicking kit she hadn't touched since the Herald fired her. Her phone buzzed
Part 1 ends as Kristy steps into the night, not knowing that the blind king's supper is already being served—and she's the guest of honor. Then: "I want you to find something that
Outside, the rain had stopped. But the fog was rolling in, thick as a secret.
"Miss Gabres. My name is Julian Voss." The voice was smooth, unhurried, with the faintest European rasp. "I'm a curator at the DePaul Collection. I believe you're the person who exposed Councilman Hartley's slush fund."