Chapter 27: Loose Lips On Board
Detail: the wrecked ship in the distance
The winery tour had gone well. Back on the boat, the rocking motion loosened tongues. Martin leaned back and let slip what he’d been holding back.
“We’re all in each other’s pockets—it’s like incest in a way.”
Bob was silenced. The insider had confirmed what they’d suspected: the art world was a closed club, and outsiders need not apply.
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