away, so others could enjoy them. He also left this portrait for Catherine, painted long before he died. He had never even met us while he was alive.
“Catherine had gone into the antique book store of Kristopher’s friend, Jonathan Smythe, to look for a gift for me. She was trying to find a first edition book of poetry. Kristopher handed her a first edition book of poetry by Tennyson from his own library with his name on the plate inside the cover. She wouldn’t believe Jonathan Smythe
when he answered her inquiries about Kristopher, and he told her that he had identified Kristopher’s body himself when the artist froze to death two years earlier. She thought it was just a ploy to make Kristopher’s paintings more valuable.
“When we finally did find all of his paintings in an abandoned warehouse, this one was among them, carefully wrapped, with Catherine’s name attached to it. We were both led to that warehouse by Kristopher. He led Catherine in person, and he led me through a powerful dream I had about him. Catherine and I ended up there together. This was a prophetic painting, as he imagined us while he was alive, and Catherine had an hard time grasping that possibility. She had to accept it when I pointed out that it was an oil portrait that would have taken months or even years to dry completely, so that it could not have been painted during the mere days Kristopher had known us. Catherine has to be reaching out to me from beyond the grave like Kristopher did. I just wish I could figure out what she needs.”
Father thought silently to himself, “She just needs for love to awaken you, so you can awaken her.”
Chapter III Satan’s Minions
When Diana walked through the door of the District Attorney’s main office, she observed the usual chaos going on. There were numerous desks of both attorneys and paralegals, all piled with paperwork. Some of those desks even had attorneys and paralegals seated on top of them as they talked with their colleagues. The sound of printers and copiers was noisy enough, but the din of everyone talking into phones, to each other, or to victims as they took depositions made Diana wonder how anyone could think clearly here. Visits to this office to talk to Joe always made her grateful that she was allowed to work at her loft. She picked her way around everyone and headed for the office in the back corner. It was painted with the words, “District Attorney Joseph Maxwell.” She opened the door, stepped inside, closed the door, and then leaned with her back against it. She was thankful that Joe’s office was sound-proof.
Joe was on the phone. “I need two of your officers at Gabriel’s mansion tomorrow morning, not next week! Call me as soon as you can tell me who you are sending. They will be escorting Unit 210 Investigator, Diana Bennett, and don’t give me any excuses!”
Even when he was annoyed Joe Maxwell was strikingly handsome. He was tall and very well-built with dark hair and eyes. Right now those eyes were shooting fire. Diana raised her eyebrows as he hung up the phone. “Which side of the bed did you get up on this morning?” She asked him.
Joe responded, “The grumpy side! We are just about to clean all of Gabriel’s dirty cops out of our system, and now the police force is dragging its feet giving me the extra help we need to finish this up.”
Diana nodded her head and did her best not to look as enthusiastic as she felt about the chance to get back into Gabriel’s mansion again. “I guess that was why you summoned me here this morning? What exactly would you like for me to do at the mansion?”
Joe explained. “Dirty cops are like cockroaches. We clean out a nest of them, and there always seem to be more to take their places. We have been through that place with a fine-tooth comb, but I wanted you to take a look for yourself. You always see things no one else does.
I want to make sure we haven’t overlooked anything pertaining to Gabriel’s
“Catherine had gone into the antique book store of Kristopher’s friend, Jonathan Smythe, to look for a gift for me. She was trying to find a first edition book of poetry. Kristopher handed her a first edition book of poetry by Tennyson from his own library with his name on the plate inside the cover. She wouldn’t believe Jonathan Smythe
when he answered her inquiries about Kristopher, and he told her that he had identified Kristopher’s body himself when the artist froze to death two years earlier. She thought it was just a ploy to make Kristopher’s paintings more valuable.
“When we finally did find all of his paintings in an abandoned warehouse, this one was among them, carefully wrapped, with Catherine’s name attached to it. We were both led to that warehouse by Kristopher. He led Catherine in person, and he led me through a powerful dream I had about him. Catherine and I ended up there together. This was a prophetic painting, as he imagined us while he was alive, and Catherine had an hard time grasping that possibility. She had to accept it when I pointed out that it was an oil portrait that would have taken months or even years to dry completely, so that it could not have been painted during the mere days Kristopher had known us. Catherine has to be reaching out to me from beyond the grave like Kristopher did. I just wish I could figure out what she needs.”
Father thought silently to himself, “She just needs for love to awaken you, so you can awaken her.”
Chapter III Satan’s Minions
When Diana walked through the door of the District Attorney’s main office, she observed the usual chaos going on. There were numerous desks of both attorneys and paralegals, all piled with paperwork. Some of those desks even had attorneys and paralegals seated on top of them as they talked with their colleagues. The sound of printers and copiers was noisy enough, but the din of everyone talking into phones, to each other, or to victims as they took depositions made Diana wonder how anyone could think clearly here. Visits to this office to talk to Joe always made her grateful that she was allowed to work at her loft. She picked her way around everyone and headed for the office in the back corner. It was painted with the words, “District Attorney Joseph Maxwell.” She opened the door, stepped inside, closed the door, and then leaned with her back against it. She was thankful that Joe’s office was sound-proof.
Joe was on the phone. “I need two of your officers at Gabriel’s mansion tomorrow morning, not next week! Call me as soon as you can tell me who you are sending. They will be escorting Unit 210 Investigator, Diana Bennett, and don’t give me any excuses!”
Even when he was annoyed Joe Maxwell was strikingly handsome. He was tall and very well-built with dark hair and eyes. Right now those eyes were shooting fire. Diana raised her eyebrows as he hung up the phone. “Which side of the bed did you get up on this morning?” She asked him.
Joe responded, “The grumpy side! We are just about to clean all of Gabriel’s dirty cops out of our system, and now the police force is dragging its feet giving me the extra help we need to finish this up.”
Diana nodded her head and did her best not to look as enthusiastic as she felt about the chance to get back into Gabriel’s mansion again. “I guess that was why you summoned me here this morning? What exactly would you like for me to do at the mansion?”
Joe explained. “Dirty cops are like cockroaches. We clean out a nest of them, and there always seem to be more to take their places. We have been through that place with a fine-tooth comb, but I wanted you to take a look for yourself. You always see things no one else does.
I want to make sure we haven’t overlooked anything pertaining to Gabriel’s
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