The Enigma of Eros
hadn't slept, not even for a moment. The events of the previous evening replayed in her mind like a never-e
ying glass, a notebook, and her laptop. She had taken photographs of the painting at the gallery
sy
amount of internet searching had yielded an answer. It wasn't a common symbol in art history, nor did it align wit
the desk, pulling he
answered, supp
s voice was laced
ave news, or are you just checking in to ma
ally, I do have news. Julia
ened in her
were trace amounts of an unidentifiable substance in his bloodstream.
"Unidentifiable?
mething experimental. Whatev
ighten his creative process-drugs, sleepless nights, even dangerous rituals he clai
"Julian's phone. He'd deleted most of his recent messages, but we
did it
. Just two words: 'It's ready.'
sted. "He was talking
ely. You said he'd been working on the painting for ye
been obsessed with secrets, with embedding layers of meaning into his work. If Eros in Cha
her bag, her exha
the main entrance, slipping in through the service door she remembered from years ago. The corr
s displayed, she found it mercifully empty. The painting
as chaos-an explosion of color and texture. But Julian had always been meticulous
tracing the edges of the carving. It
angles, the layers of paint revealed subtle patterns-tiny cracks and brushstrokes that seemed deliberate.
ds through
nt a chill d
re you
nd Catherine Albright standing in the doorway. Her exp
g," Isabelle said, slipping th
herine said, her voice cold. "
ing," Isabelle snapped. "I
oor. "Understand what? That Julian was brilliant? That his
ets the eye," Isabelle said, her tone
for a moment, something like fear crossed her fa
ched out to me before he died. He wanted me to find something-something
t himself toward the end. He talked about visions, about seeing
o what?" Isa
ed the edge of the frame. "I don't know
corridor. Catherine straightened, her mask of composure
t the side door just as a gallery assistant ent
red at the photographs she'd taken,
avior-it all pointed to something much larger than a painting. Julian had been searching
with growing dread, she was