Caydance stared at the empty space where the BOWAK had been. Wanted to ask if there was any chance that that artist had been Alarie in disguise. But Hoffberg had a friendly curator-artist relationship with Alarie. Unless she herself brought this up, it was not an appropriate question.
In the telephone silence, Judith spoke. "Yesterday, a postcard arrived from Mackie. Hand drawn brightly colored umbrellas on a beach. On the verso, nothing but the words '14 umbrellas for you; hundreds of steps for me.' It was postmarked Cancun."