Chapter 162

• MIRELA
• Getting Louis out of the house and somewhere in a ditch—or wherever artists wind up dead—was the easy part. Finding out who gave him all that information was the real challenge. If he had dug up all that about me, then someone had been keeping tabs.
• “Interesting,” I murmured, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My thoughts shifted to Arlene. She would be the ideal suspect, but between getting the pieces ready for the auction and going to the hospital… where could she have found the time to do a background check? I added, arching my eyebrows at the sound of the door opening in the distance.