It was good enough that even after we broke up, we got together a few times. I hate to confess, it didn't stop even after Lisa started seeing someone ...lse."Charley?" I'm sorry Gina. Did you say that your Aunt Lisa passed away?" Breast cancer about twelve years ago."I couldn't say anything for a moment and neither could Gina."Why didn't I know?" She didn't want you to. She said it was too hard to just be friends with you." There were so many times when I thought about calling her." She missed. It was a long term investment for the art dealer, but he could afford to wait, as art prices tend to increase year by year.As to whether our drugs baron took larger artworks, who knows the mind of a crook? Only if we can find some would we know. It is certainly the case that smaller paintings can be moved with greater ease than larger ones, so he may have stipulated a size limit.Our drugs baron in my feeble opinion was solely in the wholesale side of the business; selling to the men lower down. "Well you know who I am, who are you?" I asked."I'm Detective First Grade Ellen Ames and I don't give a fuck how connected you are," she said."How long have you been planning that little speech?" I asked."All the way over. Actually ever since the Captain called to tell me how connected you are," she said."You are right not to care," I agreed. "That protection is all in the paper pusher's mind. Nobody protects me but me." Good, so tell me what happened," she demanded.I told her everything except. She had every attribute I imagined of a female Masai warrior in Africa. She approached me and introduced herself. “You’re with Max, right?” she said. Her voice was deep but friendly.“Yes,” I said. “We came down this morning from school. I’d never been here before.”“And Max explained what this place was about before you came?” Kenya asked quizzically.“Well, no. But he made it pretty clear when we got here. We went skinny dipping.”“And you’re OK with the, uh, special rules?”I must have blushed..