Page 140 of Portrait of an Unknown Woman
“An undisclosed location?”
“I’ll let you choose the words, Ms. Buchanan. I’m not the writer.”
“You’re just the consultant to the Italian police who painted a fake forgery?”
“Exactly.”
“In that case, perhaps it’s time for me to meet the prisoner.”
Gabriel knocked on the door of the bedroom, and a moment later out stepped Magdalena.
“My goodness,” said Evelyn Buchanan. “This story is getting better by the minute.”
