Danger (1)

I drove back to the cabin, stopping first at the Kennedys' house. It was a simple brick ranch with a few scraggly bushes in the yard and some hopeful spring bulbs peeking through the dirt. I snuck around to the back door, hoping they wouldn't think I was being too forward, just dropping by to see if there were any messages.

As it turned out, they were perfectly happy to help. Stephan even had news, Viktor was considering my request and would get back to me in a few days. I thanked them, trying to hide my disappointment at the vague answer. Back in the car, I drove around the wooded area between their house and the cabins.

Parking, I slumped in the seat, a dark cloud hanging over me.

"Considering it?" "Get back to me in a few days?" Who did he think he was? Some kind of famous artist? This was a huge opportunity for him! If Greyson liked the article, Viktor could be a star.

His name and work splashed across the art world. Galleries, talk shows, sky-high prices for his photos, people