Winter Light

“So I take it there was no GPS on the painting.”

He laughed and sat back.

I closed the video. “Two things. You’re a Bridge City native, any heirs to the  Penderguff estate still around?”

“One: a granddaughter, gotta be getting up there by now. She lives alone on the Lakewiew Line, in a small castle.”

I motioned to the waitress for the check.

“What else?” The Chief picked up a soiled menu, his eyes racing up and down.





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